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São nelas que vejo a minha vida, e tento entender o verdadeiro significado do amor.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eu estou muito certo, isto nunca me aconteceu antes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eu encontrei você e agora eu estou certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Isto nunca aconteceu antes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Agora eu vejo, esta é a maneira que deve ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eu encontrei você e agora eu vejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Esta é a maneira que deve ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Esta é a maneira que deve ser para amantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Não devem ir sozinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Não é bom para eles mesmos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vindo assim a mim, agora nós podemos ser o que nós queremos ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eu te amo e agora eu vejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Esta é a maneira que deve ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Esta é a maneira que deve ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Esta é a maneira que deve ser para amantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Não devem ir sozinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Não é bom para eles mesmos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eu estou muito certo, isto nunca aconteceu-me antes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eu encontrei você e agora eu estou certo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Paul McCartney)&lt;/span&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/1008915250707901469-3932098825164191124?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/3932098825164191124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/09/isto-nunca-aconteceu-antes-this-never.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/3932098825164191124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-5992747668773540583</id><published>2009-09-17T07:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T07:38:07.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;O amor, quando se revela, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Não se sabe revelar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Sabe bem olhar p'ra ela, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Mas não lhe sabe falar.&lt;br /&gt;Quem quer dizer o que sente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Não sabe o que há de *dizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Fala: parece que mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Cala: parece esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Ah, mas se ela adivinhasse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Se pudesse ouvir o olhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;E se um olhar lhe bastasse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Pr'a saber que a estão a amar!&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem sente muito, cala;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Quem quer dizer quanto sente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Fica sem alma nem fala,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Fica só, inteiramente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Mas se isto puder contar-lhe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;O que não lhe ouso contar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Já não terei que falar-lhe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Porque lhe estou a falar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Fernando Pessoa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008915250707901469-5992747668773540583?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/5992747668773540583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/5992747668773540583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/5992747668773540583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-amor.html' title='O Amor'/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-792139356934147997</id><published>2009-09-17T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T07:31:43.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dorme sobre o meu seio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SrJH0TyzcHI/AAAAAAAAARU/4jJBP55qszM/s1600-h/casal20dormindo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382443468653293682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SrJH0TyzcHI/AAAAAAAAARU/4jJBP55qszM/s200/casal20dormindo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dorme sobre o meu seio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sonhando de sonhar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;No teu olhar eu leio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Um lúbrico vagar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dorme no sonho de existir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E na ilusão de amar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tudo é nada, e tudo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Um sonho finge ser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;O 'spaço negro é mudo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dorme, e, ao adormecer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Saibas do coração sorrir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sorrisos de esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;Dorme sobre o meu seio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sem mágoa nem amor...&lt;br /&gt;No teu olhar eu leio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;O íntimo torpor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;De quem conhece o nada-ser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;De vida e gozo e dor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Fernando Pessoa)&lt;/span&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/1008915250707901469-792139356934147997?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/792139356934147997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/09/dorme-sobre-o-meu-seio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/792139356934147997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/792139356934147997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/09/dorme-sobre-o-meu-seio.html' title='Dorme sobre o meu seio'/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SrJH0TyzcHI/AAAAAAAAARU/4jJBP55qszM/s72-c/casal20dormindo3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-1290443090925509152</id><published>2009-09-11T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T09:05:04.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu sempre amarei você (I Will Always love you)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Se eu ficasse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Eu apenas estaria em seu caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Então eu vou, mas eu sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Que Eu pensarei em você a cada passo do caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;E eu sempre amarei você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sempre amarei você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Você meu querido, você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Doces Lembranças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;É tudo que estou levando comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Portanto, adeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Por favor, não chore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Porque nós dois sabemos que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Eu não sou o que você, você precisa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Mas eu sempre amarei você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sempre amarei você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Eu espero que a vida te trate bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;E espero que você tenha tudo que sonhou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;E desejo, pra você prazer e felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Mas, acima disso tudo, eu desejo pra você amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;E eu sempre amarei você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Eu sempre amarei você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Eu, eu sempre amarei você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Você, querido, eu amo você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ooh.. eu sempre, sempre amarei você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Whitney Houston)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008915250707901469-1290443090925509152?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/1290443090925509152/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/09/eu-sempre-amarei-voce-i-will-always.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/1290443090925509152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/1290443090925509152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/09/eu-sempre-amarei-voce-i-will-always.html' title='Eu sempre amarei você (I Will Always love you)'/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-9105996119410766971</id><published>2009-09-11T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T08:48:23.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romântico demais</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como posso te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo aqui me faz lembrar você&lt;br /&gt;Nesse quarto a solidão&lt;br /&gt;De um pobre coração&lt;br /&gt;Que não entendeu o adeus&lt;br /&gt;Quero você outra vez&lt;br /&gt;E não aceito o fim&lt;br /&gt;Diz, por favor, que vai voltar pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Seu corpo é o mar reflete o luar&lt;br /&gt;O amanhecer do meu despertar&lt;br /&gt;Calor do sol que vem de você&lt;br /&gt;O nosso amor, razão de viver&lt;br /&gt;Meus amigos vão falar&lt;br /&gt;Achar que sou romântico demais&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de poder gostar&lt;br /&gt;O que importa é ter você pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;Quero você outra vez&lt;br /&gt;E não aceito o fim&lt;br /&gt;Diz, por favor, que vai voltar pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Seu corpo é o mar reflete o luar&lt;br /&gt;O amanhecer do meu despertar&lt;br /&gt;Calor do sol que vem de você&lt;br /&gt;O nosso amor, razão de viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Kiko-Ricardo Feghali)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008915250707901469-9105996119410766971?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/9105996119410766971/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/09/romantico-demais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/9105996119410766971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/9105996119410766971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/09/romantico-demais.html' title='Romântico demais'/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-8168458425077907757</id><published>2009-09-10T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T16:50:48.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero você comigo, acredite.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Meu amor,&lt;br /&gt;O mistério do amor nasceu dentro de mim e tomou conta de todo o meu ser, da minha vontade, do meu pensamento, dos meus atos. O mistério do amor chegou e se alojou em mim, minha amada.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei como, nem como foi. Apenas nasceu.&lt;br /&gt;Você veio...Não sei de onde... Surgiu... , sua voz era música aos meus ouvidos...&lt;br /&gt;Eu sorria a propósito de qualquer coisa... Eu não me reconhecia mais... Senti que era amor... E que esse amor era você... Senti que minha vida estava intimamente ligada à sua... por qualquer estranho laço inexplicável.&lt;br /&gt;E desde então, amor, sou apenas um pouco de você. Um pouco de você que eu amo com toda força de minha alma. Um pouco de você é tudo para mim... Desde que o mistério do amor nasceu dentro de minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Sozinha dentro da noite, assim como estive sozinha nessa última tarde cheia de murmúrios e tristezas, porque eu não a tenho ao meu lado, amor. O sol deixa de iluminar e aquecer, eu não consigo ter olhos para vir mais nada e sinto um frio terrível&lt;br /&gt;Eu quisera que você estivesse sempre ao meu lado, para que os dias fossem menos longos, menos tediosos e menos tristes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;( Para Danielle s2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008915250707901469-8168458425077907757?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/8168458425077907757/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/09/queria-voce-comigo-acredite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/8168458425077907757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/8168458425077907757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/09/queria-voce-comigo-acredite.html' title='Quero você comigo, acredite.'/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-224224042823916542</id><published>2009-09-04T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T14:35:05.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Amar é cansar-se de estar só: é uma covardia portanto, e uma traição a nós próprios (importa soberanamente que não amemos).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Fernando_Pessoa/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008915250707901469-224224042823916542?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/224224042823916542/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/09/amar-e-cansar-se-de-estar-so-e-uma.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/224224042823916542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/224224042823916542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/09/amar-e-cansar-se-de-estar-so-e-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-2273862520921621247</id><published>2009-09-04T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T14:22:48.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu Não Existo Sem Você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SqGFBmESi6I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/6gmuTk2_iq0/s1600-h/tania+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377725692501986210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SqGFBmESi6I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/6gmuTk2_iq0/s200/tania+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu sei e você sabe, já que a vida quis assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Que nada nesse mundo levará você de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu sei e você sabe que a distância não existe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Que todo grande amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Só é bem grande se for triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Por isso, meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Não tenha medo de sofrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Que todos os caminhos me encaminham pra você&lt;br /&gt;Assim como o oceano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Só é belo com luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Assim como a canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Só tem razão se se cantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Assim como uma nuvem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Só acontece se chover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Assim como o poeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Só é grande se sofrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Assim como viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sem ter amor não é viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Não há você sem mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E eu não existo sem você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Tom Jobim / Vinicius de Moraes )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/1008915250707901469-2273862520921621247?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/2273862520921621247/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/09/eu-nao-existo-sem-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/2273862520921621247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/2273862520921621247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/09/eu-nao-existo-sem-voce.html' title='Eu Não Existo Sem Você'/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SqGFBmESi6I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/6gmuTk2_iq0/s72-c/tania+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-3790452411203939078</id><published>2009-08-22T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T08:44:59.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Você está solitária hoje? (Are you lonesome tonight?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vc está solitária hoje?&lt;br /&gt;Sente minha falta esta noite?&lt;br /&gt;Sente por nós termos nos distanciados?&lt;br /&gt;Sua memoria te leva para um claro dia ensolarado,&lt;br /&gt;quando eu lhe beijei a lhe chamei de querida?&lt;br /&gt;As cadeiras de sua sala parecem vazias e sem proposito?&lt;br /&gt;Vc olha para a porta e me imagina ali?&lt;br /&gt;Seu coração está cheio de dor? será que eu voltarei?&lt;br /&gt;Diga-me querida, vc está solitária hoje?&lt;br /&gt;Eu me pergunto se vc está solitária hoje&lt;br /&gt;Sabe, alguem disse que o mundo é um palco&lt;br /&gt;e cada um deve atuar o seu papel&lt;br /&gt;O destino me fez atuar tendo vc como minha amada&lt;br /&gt;o primeiro ato foi quando nos conhecemos, te amei á primeira vista&lt;br /&gt;vc leu suas falas tão brilhantemente e nunca perdeu uma deixa&lt;br /&gt;entaum veio o ato dois, vc parecia diferente e atuou estranhamente&lt;br /&gt;e o porque, eu nunca irei saber&lt;br /&gt;Querida, vc mentiu quando disse que me amava&lt;br /&gt;E eu naum tinha razão para duvidar de você&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu prefiro continuar ouvindo suas mentiras&lt;br /&gt;Do que viver sem vc&lt;br /&gt;Agora o palco está inutilizado e eu estou aki parado&lt;br /&gt;Com o vazio á minha volta&lt;br /&gt;E se vc naum irá voltar pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Então faça com que baixem as cortinas&lt;br /&gt;Seu coração está cheio de dor? Será que eu voltarei?&lt;br /&gt;Diga-me querida, vc está solitária está noite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Elvis Presley)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008915250707901469-3790452411203939078?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/3790452411203939078/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/08/voce-esta-solitaria-hoje.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/3790452411203939078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/3790452411203939078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/08/voce-esta-solitaria-hoje.html' title='Você está solitária hoje? (Are you lonesome tonight?)'/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-5228021434971120743</id><published>2009-08-09T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T10:00:56.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Em cada amanhecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sn7_JPqtkZI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Q4wXHsno0dY/s1600-h/Sandra%20Gatta_%20nascer%20do%20sol%20desenho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368008340161794450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sn7_JPqtkZI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Q4wXHsno0dY/s200/Sandra%2520Gatta_%2520nascer%2520do%2520sol%2520desenho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando a noite traz o silêncio &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou sozinho, então eu penso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como eu fui deixar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você se afastar de mim&lt;br /&gt;Vejo a vida passar sem graça&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No vazio dessa casa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fico a imaginar, você parece estar aqui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pode ser que eu esteja sonhando demais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só eu sei quanta falta você me faz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu me rendo, não dá pra te esquecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei que estou te perdendo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em cada amanhecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou vivendo o pouco que ainda restou deste amor&lt;br /&gt;Vejo a vida passar sem graça&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No vazio dessa casa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fico a imaginar, você parece estar aqui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pode ser que eu esteja sonhando demais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas só eu sei quanta falta você me faz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu me rendo, não dá pra te esquecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei que estou te perdendo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em cada amanhecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou vivendo o pouco que ainda restou deste amor&lt;br /&gt;Eu me rendo, não dá pra te esquecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Fábio junior)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008915250707901469-5228021434971120743?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/5228021434971120743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/08/em-cada-amanhecer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sn7_JPqtkZI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Q4wXHsno0dY/s72-c/Sandra%2520Gatta_%2520nascer%2520do%2520sol%2520desenho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-5721920834874573886</id><published>2009-08-08T12:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T13:00:52.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traição</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sn3YjZwDWAI/AAAAAAAAAQI/CFTo5VaESDc/s1600-h/zz%20peito%20corroido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367684433614952450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sn3YjZwDWAI/AAAAAAAAAQI/CFTo5VaESDc/s320/zz%2520peito%2520corroido.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Há traição que guardo entre os dedos da mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me leva, me guia, me deixa na estrada dos passos passados por mim&lt;br /&gt;Há traição e no fim do caminho perdão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Uma curva escondida, entrada e saídaVontade perdida de amar&lt;br /&gt;Você surgiu, o céu caiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sem estrelas, sem Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Seus olhos fecharam nos meus&lt;br /&gt;Há traição nas batidas do meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me leva, me guia assim como um rio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que segue meu destino sem mim&lt;br /&gt;Você surgiu, o céu caiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sem estrelas, sem Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meus olhos fecharam nos seus&lt;br /&gt;Sempre haverá uma nova paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Somos tudo que vamos perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amores demais que vem, que vão&lt;br /&gt;Tantas canções pra esquecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Você surgiu, o céu caiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sem estrelas, sem Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Seus olhos fecharam nos meus&lt;br /&gt;Tantas canções pra esquecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(Ana Carolina, Chiara Civello)&lt;/span&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/1008915250707901469-5721920834874573886?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/5721920834874573886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/08/traicao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/5721920834874573886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-264169221112014378</id><published>2009-08-08T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T12:47:04.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu amor por você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sn3Vrx8K14I/AAAAAAAAAQA/tjit6aOCS1I/s1600-h/MEU+AMOR+POR+VOC%C3%8A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367681279012296578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sn3Vrx8K14I/AAAAAAAAAQA/tjit6aOCS1I/s200/MEU%2BAMOR%2BPOR%2BVOC%25C3%258A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Quente como o sol,seu corpo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Refrescante como o vento,a saudade;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Gelado como o oceano,minha alma sem a sua;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Fértil como a terra,é meu amor por você.&lt;br /&gt;Amor tu me levas ao céu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Teus lábios são a minha perdição,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Seu corpo é o meu porto seguro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Minha vida é a sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;Viveria só do seu amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Mas preciso do seu calor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Me leva com você;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Como o mar tens as ondas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Como as ondas tens o mar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Como o mar tem o céu;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Como o céu tem o sol;e as nuvens vão ao infinito;&lt;br /&gt;Mostra-me que pode me amar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Que irei te levar ao paraíso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Débora Enes)&lt;/span&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/1008915250707901469-264169221112014378?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/264169221112014378/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/08/meu-amor-por-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/264169221112014378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/264169221112014378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/08/meu-amor-por-voce.html' title='Meu amor por você'/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sn3Vrx8K14I/AAAAAAAAAQA/tjit6aOCS1I/s72-c/MEU%2BAMOR%2BPOR%2BVOC%25C3%258A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-8058111521430020035</id><published>2009-08-07T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:55:41.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;"Aprendi que não posso exigir o amor de ninguém...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Posso apenas dar boas razões para que gostem de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;E ter paciência para que a vida faça o resto..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/autor/William_Shakespeare/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008915250707901469-8058111521430020035?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/8058111521430020035/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/08/aprendi-que-nao-posso-exigir-o-amor-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-5339312025912802164</id><published>2009-08-07T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:49:03.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sny8-e7bqEI/AAAAAAAAAPk/E8cGx8A62E8/s1600-h/romeoandjulietkiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367372637559040066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sny8-e7bqEI/AAAAAAAAAPk/E8cGx8A62E8/s320/romeoandjulietkiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Há certas horas, em que não precisamos de um Amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Não precisamos da paixão desmedida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Não queremos beijo na boca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;E nem corpos a se encontrar na maciez de uma cama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Há certas horas, que só queremos a mão no ombro, o abraço apertado ou mesmo o estar ali, quietinho, ao lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Sem nada dizer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Há certas horas, quando sentimos que estamos pra chorar, que desejamos uma presença amiga, a nos ouvir paciente, a brincar com a gente, a nos fazer sorrir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Alguém que ria de nossas piadas sem graça...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Que ache nossas tristezas as maiores do mundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Que nos teça elogios sem fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;E que apesar de todas essas mentiras úteis, nos seja de uma sinceridadeinquestionável...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Que nos mande calar a boca ou nos evite um gesto impensado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Alguém que nos possa dizer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Acho que você está errado, mas estou do seu lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ou alguém que apenas diga:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Sou seu amor! E estou Aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/autor/William_Shakespeare/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;)&lt;/span&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/1008915250707901469-5339312025912802164?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/5339312025912802164/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/08/ha-certas-horas-em-que-nao-precisamos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-3072359989483032694</id><published>2009-08-06T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T19:24:56.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preciso de você comigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SnuXBNM0OuI/AAAAAAAAAPc/xt77xYMDNA0/s1600-h/Saudade2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367049427921156834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SnuXBNM0OuI/AAAAAAAAAPc/xt77xYMDNA0/s200/Saudade2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me pediram paciencia como soluçao pra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acalmar meu coraçao , pois bem eu to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tentando ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To tentando não desanimar , não desistir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em meio a circunstâncias ,porém essa distancia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta me torturando demais ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinto falta da sua presença , da sua respiraçao junto a minha ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do seu singelo e calmo olhar ,preciso de você comigo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois minhas noites estao vazias e frias demais pra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alguem que imagina o quando e prazeroso estar com você .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estar longe , me machuca tanto, mesmo com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essa distancia toda você não deixa de estar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um minuto sequer ao meu lado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois te levo no olhar onde quer que eu ande ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E no coraçao o nosso carinho o nosso gostar .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te tenho , como a melhor parte de mim ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E não e preciso falar pra que todos notem , que ao&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu lado falta alguem ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falta você !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/1008915250707901469-3072359989483032694?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/3072359989483032694/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/08/preciso-de-voce-comigo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/3072359989483032694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/3072359989483032694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/08/preciso-de-voce-comigo.html' title='Preciso de você comigo'/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SnuXBNM0OuI/AAAAAAAAAPc/xt77xYMDNA0/s72-c/Saudade2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-955265654277794636</id><published>2009-08-06T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:18:22.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Volta as aulas</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Que intusiasmo este que em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Mim nasce e logo fico feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Em voltar a velha rotina de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Fazer as mesmas coisas de sempre&lt;br /&gt;E vamos lá " vamos a mesma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Chatice de sempre, de hoje e de antes"Ai ai!... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;O vento sopra, o tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Como sempre devagar e chato como a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Aula desta professora que atento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Tento durmi, mas a cadeira sempre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Desconfortavel me dá dor nas costas e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Eu volto para a aula sempre chata&lt;br /&gt;Hum!... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;De repente vem voce em minhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Felizes lembranças e saudade e de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Contos e encontros vou te lembrando nos meus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Pensares mais fantasiosos e te faço outro poema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Mayara Rosário)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008915250707901469-955265654277794636?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/955265654277794636/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/08/volta-as-aulas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/955265654277794636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/955265654277794636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/08/volta-as-aulas.html' title='Volta as aulas'/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-6336277022028987909</id><published>2009-08-06T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T13:40:12.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tão longe ( So Far Away)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sns_J3XBByI/AAAAAAAAAPU/oanzr-CBEak/s1600-h/La_Distancia__by_loganart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366952819653936930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sns_J3XBByI/AAAAAAAAAPU/oanzr-CBEak/s200/La_Distancia__by_loganart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aqui estou eu de novo nesta maldita cidade e você está tão longe de mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E onde você está quando o Sol se põe? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você está tão longe de mim você está tão longe de mim &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tão longe que eu nem enxergo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você está tão longe de mim você está tão longe de mim &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É isso aí estou cansado de estar amando e sozinho quando você está tão longe de mim &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estou cansado de namorar pelo telefone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque você está tão longe de mim você está tão longe de mim &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tão longe que eu nem enxergo tão longe de mim &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você está tão longe de mim é isso aí &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E eu fico cansado quando tenho que explicar que você está tão longe de mim &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você está tomando sol e eu estou tomando chuva &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E você está tão longe de mim tão longe de mim tão longe que eu nem enxergo você está tão longe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Dire Straits)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/1008915250707901469-6336277022028987909?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/6336277022028987909/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/08/tao-longe-so-far-away.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/6336277022028987909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/6336277022028987909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/08/tao-longe-so-far-away.html' title='Tão longe ( So Far Away)'/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sns_J3XBByI/AAAAAAAAAPU/oanzr-CBEak/s72-c/La_Distancia__by_loganart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-4487463068579635786</id><published>2009-08-06T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T19:26:23.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje eu não quero questionamentos nem explicações, se o amor não possui esses vocábulos em seu dicionário, por que deve tê-los ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não quero desculpas nem meias palavras, quero que os sentimentos fluam intensamente como o mar invadindo a praia e ignorando todos os obstáculos.&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/1008915250707901469-4487463068579635786?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/4487463068579635786/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/08/hoje-eu-nao-quero-questionamentos-nem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/4487463068579635786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/4487463068579635786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/08/hoje-eu-nao-quero-questionamentos-nem.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-1556393685275531500</id><published>2009-08-06T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T12:55:28.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje sonhei contigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ontem nem despertei, hoje acordei sorrindo, que sonho lindo que tive que coisa linda aconteceu comigo, às vezes penso se mereço tudo isso, todo esse amor, mesmo que em sonhos, coisas assim a gente nem sabe explicar, é como sorrir, e chorar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sonhos de amor elevam nossa alma, nos deixam com uma leve sensação de saudosismo, mesmo que ainda tenhamos pouca idade, poucas coisas para recordar, mas nos nossos sonhos vivemos uma vida inteira e queremos ainda mais longe chegar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Difícil é despertar desse sonho e rolar na imensidão da solidão, a cama parece um vale de esperanças e os pensamentos buscam algo que nem sabemos como parar, tentar dormir de novo, e voltar a sonhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hoje sonhei contigo, que sonho lindo, que coisa maravilhosa, não tenho mais medo da cama vazia nem da luz do dia, sinto saudades da noite que traz você ao luar, nos meus sonhos de amor, desejos de te amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Paulo Master)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008915250707901469-1556393685275531500?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/1556393685275531500/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/08/hoje-sonhei-contigo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/1556393685275531500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/1556393685275531500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/08/hoje-sonhei-contigo.html' title='Hoje sonhei contigo'/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-7454331447133783272</id><published>2009-08-03T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T15:29:14.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O amor censurado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SndkhgPJmaI/AAAAAAAAAPM/XIiTjb96dVA/s1600-h/Beijo+Absoluto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365868007787174306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SndkhgPJmaI/AAAAAAAAAPM/XIiTjb96dVA/s200/Beijo+Absoluto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nossos corpos se abraçam,as mãos se entrelaçam.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nos olhos o desejo, nas bocas que se unema ânsia dos beijos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A respiração se entrecorta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minhas mãos acariciam seu corpo, que responde ao meu em busca da posse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meus seios, nas suas mãos, duas taças que transbordamo vinho do prazer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suas mãos, as minhas..caminham entre nossas pernas,buscando passagens secretas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A fenda que umedece, se abre, recebe o falo eretoque penetra, mete, arremete, se inunda de louco prazer...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha voz num sussurro, tenta eliminar seu cansaço...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sua fronte no meu colo pousa, serena, em descaso...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minhas mãos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qual plumas, passeiam ávidas pelo teu corpo..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha boca te acariciae no mais profundodo teu ser...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vem amparar teu gozo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sempre e mais, nos debatemosnesse desejo louco,que cresce, entumece, alaga edespe nossas almase nos faz feliz, por ora...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Com tão pouco! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Autor desconhecido)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1008915250707901469-7454331447133783272?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/7454331447133783272/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-amor-censurado.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/7454331447133783272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/7454331447133783272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-amor-censurado.html' title='O amor censurado'/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SndkhgPJmaI/AAAAAAAAAPM/XIiTjb96dVA/s72-c/Beijo+Absoluto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-8410089771617140729</id><published>2009-08-03T13:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T13:38:41.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me leva</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SndKHNv67VI/AAAAAAAAAO0/u7v_B5-1cUk/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365838968845430098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SndKHNv67VI/AAAAAAAAAO0/u7v_B5-1cUk/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me leva &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Por caminhos de amor e prazer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Se inflame na chama do meu corpo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me sufoca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me enrosca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;De forma natural se entregue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me pega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me laça &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me abraça &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Vem me induzir aos seus anseios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;E aos meus desejos tão loucos que aos poucos vão nos consumindo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;De tanto amor e prazer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Eu quero seu amor a qualquer preço &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Quero que você me tenha por inteiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Quero seus beijos ardentes tão doces...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Tão quentes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;E me embriagar no perfume do seu corpo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Para que possamos viajar nesse amor tão bonito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Autor desconhecido)&lt;/span&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/1008915250707901469-8410089771617140729?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/8410089771617140729/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-leva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/8410089771617140729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/8410089771617140729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-leva.html' title='Me leva'/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SndKHNv67VI/AAAAAAAAAO0/u7v_B5-1cUk/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-7135793221631947811</id><published>2009-07-29T08:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T08:33:13.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aqui Sem Você - (Here Without you)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SnBrcyyr6II/AAAAAAAAAOs/PtscRw1vO7w/s1600-h/n%C3%A3o+vivo+sem+voc%C3%AA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363905298613135490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SnBrcyyr6II/AAAAAAAAAOs/PtscRw1vO7w/s320/n%25C3%25A3o%2Bvivo%2Bsem%2Bvoc%25C3%25AA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Centenas de dias me fizeram mais velho desde a última vez que vi seu lindo rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Milhares de mentiras me fizeram mais frio e eu não acho que possa olhar para isto do mesmo jeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mas todas as milhas que nos separavam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Elas desaparecem agora enquanto estou sonhando com seu rosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Estou aqui sem você querida mas você continua em minha mente solitária&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Eu penso em você querida e sonho com você o tempo todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Estou aqui sem você mas você continua comigo nos meus sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E esta noite somos só você e eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A distância continua aumentando enquanto as pessoas seguem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Seu caminho dizendo olá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dizem que esta vida está sobrecarregada mas espero que isso melhore enquanto continuamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Todas as coisas que eu saiba, e qualquer lugar aonde eu vá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Isso se tornará mais difícil, mas eu não vou desistir do meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E quando o último cair, e quando tudo estiver dito e feito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Isso se tornará mais difícil, mas eu não vou desistir do meu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Three Doors Down)&lt;/span&gt;&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/1008915250707901469-7135793221631947811?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/7135793221631947811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/aqui-sem-voce-here-without-you.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/7135793221631947811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/7135793221631947811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/aqui-sem-voce-here-without-you.html' title='Aqui Sem Você - (Here Without you)'/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SnBrcyyr6II/AAAAAAAAAOs/PtscRw1vO7w/s72-c/n%25C3%25A3o%2Bvivo%2Bsem%2Bvoc%25C3%25AA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-8454411141522053152</id><published>2009-07-26T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T08:58:31.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma daquelas cartas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Tempo passa e eu ainda recordo o seu lindo rosto em minha mente , o seu jeito diferente. Em meu coração ainda esta guardado aquele amor como se fosse um tesouro , em um cofre. E eu continuo amando-a, amando-a muito e posso tambem dizer que a amo bem mas do que ontem . Porque hoje o meu amor já pode suportar a distancia que nos separa e o motivo que corrompe esse amor . Não sei se ela me ama , mas eu a amo , amo muito e quero esse amor bem guardado dentro de mim, ninguem precisa saber dos meus sentimentos , somente a mim interessa, a ninguem mas. Hoje eu posso afirmar que eu não a esqueci , apenas aprendi a viver sem ela. Bom mas o amor e importante somente enquanto dura , depois e cada um no seu canto. E e duro aceitar mas o sonho acabou e foi eu quem quis assim. Então eu aceitei que não dava mais e que era melhor assim. Para que continuar a ilusão?Fico recordando que, foi a você , somente a você que entreguei o meu amor. Mas o mas marcante e a lembrança de nos dois em nosso loucos beijos e abraços , pois mesmo estando de olhos abertos , sonho com você e posso sentir a certeza de um dia ter você ao meu lado outra vez.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;/strong&gt;Mayara Rosário)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008915250707901469-8454411141522053152?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/8454411141522053152/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/mais-uma-daquelas-cartas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/8454411141522053152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/8454411141522053152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/mais-uma-daquelas-cartas.html' title='Mais uma daquelas cartas'/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-5451040240785286075</id><published>2009-07-26T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T19:28:12.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Smx5tMFBbOI/AAAAAAAAAOY/jH2e1bVMbjk/s1600-h/carinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362795073534782690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Smx5tMFBbOI/AAAAAAAAAOY/jH2e1bVMbjk/s200/carinho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eu não quero um amor de uma noite apenas, amor frio, com palavras frias e que não vale nada!Eu quero o teu amor! É o teu amor que eu quero! Amor intenso, amor verdadeiro, amor sem limites! Eu não preciso do carinho de qualquer pessoa, eu preciso da tua mão que acalma e conforta o meu ser, eu preciso do teu beijo que acalenta e enlouquece meu eu, eu preciso do teu abraço que envolve e protege!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/1008915250707901469-5451040240785286075?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/5451040240785286075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/eu-nao-quero-um-amor-de-uma-noite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/5451040240785286075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/5451040240785286075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/eu-nao-quero-um-amor-de-uma-noite.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Smx5tMFBbOI/AAAAAAAAAOY/jH2e1bVMbjk/s72-c/carinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-3242607420261008792</id><published>2009-07-26T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T08:36:47.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carta de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Não será bem uma poesia, essas minhas palavras de alegria... Palavras de amor... Tais palavras que descansa o coração alimentam a fantasia é uma ótima companhia longe de te, essas palavras cheias de carinho e amor para você meu amor... Você que tanto desejo, que me faz pelo seu corpo vagar em pensamentos te acariciar louco para te amar. Meu amor insisto em te escrever poesias que não tem rimas, que ninguém conseguia entender... Apenas você, só você pode saber o que busco tanto ti dizer... Mas em palavras distantes, palavras noturnas de uma noite fria não dirão tudo, que quero te dizer pertinho, tão perto que nossos olhos se fecham, e nossos lábios se toquem e meu coração complete dizendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Mayara Rosário)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008915250707901469-3242607420261008792?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/3242607420261008792/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/carta-de-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-7570797601621222106</id><published>2009-07-26T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T08:30:28.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Estou tão longe de saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;A verdade universal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Mas estou tão perto pra entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Que todo ser humano é igual&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo a flor em meu jardim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sinto o perfume do amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Diante de uma dúvida sem fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;E do meu dinheiro que acabou&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que tudo isso irá passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Não demora muito, ele já vem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Junto com a esperança e a paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Um mundo bem melhor, eu digo amém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Fernando Vieira)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008915250707901469-7570797601621222106?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/7570797601621222106/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/estou-tao-longe-de-saber-verdade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/7570797601621222106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/7570797601621222106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/estou-tao-longe-de-saber-verdade.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-5930061489333846484</id><published>2009-07-25T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T12:25:31.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corações Tão Diferentes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Smtb7yeFQLI/AAAAAAAAAOE/0oG0WxP-g-8/s1600-h/bnuuj.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362480864033063090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Smtb7yeFQLI/AAAAAAAAAOE/0oG0WxP-g-8/s200/bnuuj.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Em meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Existe uma louca paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Uma paixão descontrolada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Uma paixão mal amada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;No seu existe apenas um vazio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Que é frio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Como um anoitecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E você sem perceber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Vai aos poucos se entristecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E mesmo que não fale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Eu vejo no seus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Que você se obriga a reconhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Que seu coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Está em numa imensidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Só de solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pena que nossos corações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nunca cruzarão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Formando um só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Com duas paixões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nossos corações &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;São tão paralelos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Eu duelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Contra a razão de meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Que é contra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A razão da razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dizendo que essa paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sempre permanecerá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Em meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Autor desconhecido)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008915250707901469-5930061489333846484?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Smtb7yeFQLI/AAAAAAAAAOE/0oG0WxP-g-8/s72-c/bnuuj.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-6527417704232754964</id><published>2009-07-25T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T12:08:04.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escondo no mais lindo dos sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas que por ti chorei;&lt;br /&gt;As noites que por ti velei&lt;br /&gt;E todo tempo que te amei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guardo na canção romântica&lt;br /&gt;Os beijos que não te dei,&lt;br /&gt;As juras de amor que não falei&lt;br /&gt;E todo tempo que te amei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas são nas madrugadas de sábado&lt;br /&gt;Que tua ausência é mais doída&lt;br /&gt;Que a canção é mais sentida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que escondo nos meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Toda tristeza que passei&lt;br /&gt;E todo tempo que te amei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Gabriela Barreto)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008915250707901469-6527417704232754964?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/6527417704232754964/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/escondo-no-mais-lindo-dos-sorrisos-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-8172423510336126777</id><published>2009-07-16T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T09:42:12.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Você ainda está em mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Queria apenas ouvir sua voz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não sei se ainda há algo entre nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quero ter certezaque o seu amor acabou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Estou em profundas tristezas o meu mundo mudou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quando te vejo,minhas pernas tremem,minha fala pára,meu coração dispara...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Você ainda está em mim diga que ainda me ama para termos de volta um sorriso em nossas caras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Autor desconhecido)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008915250707901469-8172423510336126777?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/8172423510336126777/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/voce-ainda-esta-em-mim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/8172423510336126777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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conquistar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Desejo loucamentete ver novamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sonho contigo praticamente sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Se durmo, sonho contigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Se estou acordada,não paro de pensar em ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sei que tu nem lembras mais que eu existo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Mas eu não desisto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Não. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Não desistirei assim tão fácil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Posso até ser tímida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Mas é com minha timidez que te conquistarei de vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008915250707901469-7494770772176884356?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/7494770772176884356/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/te-conquistar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/7494770772176884356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/7494770772176884356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/te-conquistar.html' title='Te conquistar'/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-8171463909262242415</id><published>2009-07-15T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T09:02:28.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SINTO EM MEU CORPO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sl4OSbyxieI/AAAAAAAAAM0/EdRcMgInJW8/s1600-h/28353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358736316478622178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sl4OSbyxieI/AAAAAAAAAM0/EdRcMgInJW8/s320/28353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sinto em meu corpo a sua língua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Que me arde...como se fosse um chicotede fogo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E mesmo que eu não queirame induz a jogar o seu jogo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me entorpece os sentidos,abafa-me os gemidos até provocar o meu gozo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Que poder é esse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Que sedução devassa é essa que sinto sempre que você me abraça?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Só de lhe ver... me arrepia a pele,em choques térmicos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E me rendo pacífica aos seus desejos hipotéticos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me excita e me chocaa sua ousadia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas sempre mais e mais,como num crescendo,embarco na sua fantasia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E quando entregue aos nossos devaneios... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sentindo em meu corpo os seus meneios,nada mais importa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Abrimos dos desejosas portas,simplesmente porque você é meu HOMEM e eu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sou sua MULHER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Autor desconhecido)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008915250707901469-8171463909262242415?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/8171463909262242415/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/sinto-em-meu-corpo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/8171463909262242415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/8171463909262242415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/sinto-em-meu-corpo.html' title='SINTO EM MEU CORPO'/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sl4OSbyxieI/AAAAAAAAAM0/EdRcMgInJW8/s72-c/28353.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-1031217634982187368</id><published>2009-07-15T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T09:36:47.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Certezas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sl4FQDQ5lLI/AAAAAAAAAMs/W0MMQUbMvvM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358726379929703602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sl4FQDQ5lLI/AAAAAAAAAMs/W0MMQUbMvvM/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Não quero alguém que morra de amor por mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Só preciso de alguém que viva por mim, que queira estar junto de mim, me abraçando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Não exijo que esse alguém me ame como eu o amo, quero apenas que me ame, não me importando com que intensidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Não tenho a pretensão de que todas as pessoas que gosto, gostem de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Nem que eu faça a falta que elas me fazem, o importante pra mim é saber que eu, em algum momento, fui insubstituível...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;E que esse momento será inesquecível...Só quero que meu sentimento seja valorizado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Quero sempre poder ter um sorriso estampando em meu rosto, mesmo quando a situação não for muito alegre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;E que esse meu sorriso consiga transmitir paz para os que estiverem ao meu redor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Quero poder fechar meus olhos e imaginar alguém...e poder ter a absoluta certeza de que esse alguém também pensa em mim quando fecha os olhos, que faço falta quando não estou por perto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Queria ter a certeza de que apesar de minhas renúncias e loucuras, alguém me valoriza pelo que sou, não pelo que tenho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Que me veja como um ser humano completo, que abusa demais dos bons sentimentos que a vida lhe proporciona, que dê valor ao que realmente importa, que é meu sentimento...e não brinque com ele.E que esse alguém me peça para que eu nunca mude, para que eu nunca cresça, para que eu seja sempre eu mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Não quero brigar com o mundo, mas se um dia isso acontecer, quero ter forças suficientes para mostrar a ele que o amor existe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Que ele é superior ao ódio e ao rancor, e que não existe vitória sem humildade e paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Quero poder acreditar que mesmo se hoje eu fracassar, amanhã será outro dia, e se eu não desistir dos meus sonhos e propósitos, talvez obterei êxito e serei plenamente feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Que eu nunca deixe minha esperança ser abalada por palavras pessimistas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Que a esperança nunca me pareça um NÃO que a gente teima em maquiá-lo de verde e entendê-lo como SIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Quero poder ter a liberdade de dizer o que sinto a uma pessoa, de poder dizer a alguém o quanto ele é especial e importante pra mim, sem ter de me preocupar com terceiros... Sem correr o risco de ferir uma ou mais pessoas com esse sentimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Quero, um dia, poder dizer às pessoas que nada foi em vão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Que o amor existe, que vale a pena se doar às amizades a às pessoas, que a vida é bela sim, e que eu sempre dei o melhor de mim... e que valeu a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Mario Quintana)&lt;/span&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/1008915250707901469-1031217634982187368?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/1031217634982187368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/certezas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/1031217634982187368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/1031217634982187368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/certezas.html' title='Certezas'/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sl4FQDQ5lLI/AAAAAAAAAMs/W0MMQUbMvvM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-3483392395212889400</id><published>2009-07-15T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T08:16:04.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Não há ninguém, mesmo sem cultura, que não se torne poeta quando o Amor toma conta dele"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Platão)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008915250707901469-3483392395212889400?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/3483392395212889400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/nao-ha-ninguem-mesmo-sem-cultura-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/3483392395212889400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/3483392395212889400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/nao-ha-ninguem-mesmo-sem-cultura-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-931482570192539598</id><published>2009-07-14T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T18:42:57.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo Por Amor (All For Love )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sl0x20BEUHI/AAAAAAAAAMk/guyDUaESNko/s1600-h/CASAL-ju.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358493949386575986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 343px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sl0x20BEUHI/AAAAAAAAAMk/guyDUaESNko/s400/CASAL-ju.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A noite torna-se amanhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Para provar que o amor continua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Está escrito nas estrelas e no fundo do meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;É com você onde eu ainda permaneço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Através de cada página que viramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cada lição que aprendemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Finalmente nos libertaremos, ou nos forçamos a submeter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Porém o amor está certo e nunca errado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sabemos que podemos dizer que demos tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Demos tudo por amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A cada passo do caminho, entregamos nossa alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Demos tudo por amor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tudo por amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Nas orações silenciosas que rezo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Que palavras nunca poderiam ser ditas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Para alcançar dentro de seu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Não importa onde você esteja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Prometo que encontraremos um caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Para caminhar pela estrada que já conhecemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A estrada que nos guia para casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Um milhão de sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Eu tenho idealizado e em cada um deles eu via&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Seu rosto e você sozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sabemos que podemos dizer que demos tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Demos tudo por amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A cada passo do caminho, entregamos nossa alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Demos tudo por amor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tudo por amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A vida passa tão depressa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pelos segredos que permanecemRapidamente o futuro torna-se passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Quando eu te abraçar novamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Estarei te abraçando eternamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Nas orações silenciosas que rezo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Que palavras nunca poderiam ser ditas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Para te alcançar através da escuridão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Para alcançar bem fundo no seu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Prometo que encontraremos um caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Assim como a noite torna-se amanhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pra provar que o amor continua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Através de cada página que viramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cada lição que aprendemos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Finalmente nos libertaremos, ou nos forçamos a submeter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Porém o amor está certo e nunca errado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Nós damos tudo por amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Oh, sim!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Michael Bolton)&lt;/span&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/1008915250707901469-931482570192539598?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/931482570192539598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/tudo-por-amor-all-for-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/931482570192539598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/931482570192539598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/tudo-por-amor-all-for-love.html' title='Tudo Por Amor (All For Love )'/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sl0x20BEUHI/AAAAAAAAAMk/guyDUaESNko/s72-c/CASAL-ju.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-5392380757122983820</id><published>2009-07-13T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T18:23:19.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me ame com ternura (Love me tender)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Me ame com ternura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Me ame com doçura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Nunca me deixe partir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Você tornou minha vida completa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;E eu te amo tanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Me ame com ternura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Me ame de verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Todos os meus sonhos realizados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Porque, meu amor, eu amo você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;E eu sempre amarei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Me ame com ternura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Me ame por muito tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Leve-me ao seu coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Pois é lá que eu pertenço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;E nós nunca nos separaremos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Me ame com ternura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Me ame, querida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Diga-me que você é minha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Eu serei seu durante todos os anos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Até o final dos tempos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Elvis Presley)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008915250707901469-5392380757122983820?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/5392380757122983820/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/me-ame-com-ternura-love-me-tender.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/5392380757122983820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/5392380757122983820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/me-ame-com-ternura-love-me-tender.html' title='Me ame com ternura (Love me tender)'/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-5771132309621873298</id><published>2009-07-13T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T17:49:24.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"Meu amor por você tem uma beleza admirável, e por seu amor me deixei ser seduzido é como se ele soubesse magia da sedução que fez o meu coração amar o seu. Não quero que essa chama ardente nunca se apague porque essa centelha que saiu do seu coração já se alastrou por todo meu interior. Sempre procurei uma pessoa especial que me libertar-se da solidão, o prazer de olhar nos teus olhos, a vontade de tocar no teu corpo e o desejo de sentir teus lábios me fazem delirar. Estou perdidamente Apaixonado por você."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Stanley Filho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008915250707901469-5771132309621873298?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/5771132309621873298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/meu-amor-por-voce-tem-uma-beleza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/5771132309621873298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/5771132309621873298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/meu-amor-por-voce-tem-uma-beleza.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-6586055255239448206</id><published>2009-07-11T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T08:03:41.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SlipZ2aM7hI/AAAAAAAAAMU/3naVEjS8nQw/s1600-h/mulher_distancia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357218018324442642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SlipZ2aM7hI/AAAAAAAAAMU/3naVEjS8nQw/s200/mulher_distancia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Quantas vezes eu já não toquei o vazio,na esperança de te sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Quantas vezes eu já não ergui minha mão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Com vontade de acariciar teu rosto ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ou secar uma lágrima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Quantas vezes eu não fechei os meus olhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Para poder visualizar tua boca sorrindo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Enquanto eu sentia que tusorria... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Do outro lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sinto tanto a tua falta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Falta do teu calor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Falta dos teus beijos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Falta do teu olhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas a tua voz me aquece , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Me acaricia ,me embala nas minhas noites vazias... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;E a esperança preenche meus sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;A esperança de que não tarde o próximo dia em que vamos nos encontrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;E de que não tarde, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;O dia em que não vamos mais nos separar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Pois quando a amor tudo se supera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(CrisMaia®Laura`s poesias)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008915250707901469-6586055255239448206?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/6586055255239448206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/quantas-vezes-eu-ja-nao-toquei-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/6586055255239448206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/6586055255239448206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/quantas-vezes-eu-ja-nao-toquei-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SlipZ2aM7hI/AAAAAAAAAMU/3naVEjS8nQw/s72-c/mulher_distancia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-885327586385132652</id><published>2009-07-10T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T07:44:55.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"A distância separa dois olhares mas nunca dois corações"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008915250707901469-885327586385132652?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/885327586385132652/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/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/1008915250707901469/posts/default/885327586385132652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/885327586385132652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/distancia-separa-dois-olhares-mas-nunca.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-6109443913359880706</id><published>2009-07-10T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T07:35:19.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amado</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356839153714838082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SldQ1BwTukI/AAAAAAAAAME/oRrm-mJYPGA/s200/amor_impossivel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Como pode ser gostar de alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;E esse tal alguém não ser seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Fico desejando nós gastando o mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Pôr-do-sol, postal, mais ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Peço tanto a Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Para lhe esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Mas só de pedir me lembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Minha linda flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Meu jasmim será&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Meus melhores beijos serão seus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sinto que você é ligado a mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sempre que estou indo, volto atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Estou entregue a ponto de estar sempre só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Esperando um sim ou nunca mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;É tanta graça lá fora passa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;O tempo sem você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Mas pode sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ser sim amado e tudo acontecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sinto absoluto o dom de existir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Não há solidão, nem pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Nessa doação, milagres do amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sinto uma extensão divina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;É tanta graça lá fora passa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;O tempo sem você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Mas pode sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ser sim amado e tudo acontecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Quero dançar com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Dançar com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Quero dançar com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Dançar com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Para alguém que amo muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Vanessa da Mata)&lt;/span&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/1008915250707901469-6109443913359880706?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/6109443913359880706/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/amado.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/6109443913359880706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/6109443913359880706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/amado.html' title='Amado'/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SldQ1BwTukI/AAAAAAAAAME/oRrm-mJYPGA/s72-c/amor_impossivel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-5534236948509076230</id><published>2009-07-09T08:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T19:33:59.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Gastei uma hora pensando um verso que a caneta não quer escrever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;No entanto ele esta aqui dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Inquieto, vivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Ele esta aqui dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;E não quer sair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Mas a poesia deste momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Foi imunda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Minha vida inteira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&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/1008915250707901469-5534236948509076230?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/5534236948509076230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/gastei-uma-hora-pensando-um-verso-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/5534236948509076230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/5534236948509076230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/gastei-uma-hora-pensando-um-verso-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-6576694039502853722</id><published>2009-07-08T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:33:32.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;O amor é grande e cabe nesta janela sobre o mar. O mar é grande e cabe na cama e no colchão de amar. O amor é grande e cabe no breve espaço de beijar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008915250707901469-6576694039502853722?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/6576694039502853722/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-amor-e-grande-e-cabe-nesta-janela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/6576694039502853722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/6576694039502853722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-amor-e-grande-e-cabe-nesta-janela.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-5090243484349148455</id><published>2009-07-08T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T19:34:47.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Declaração de um coração machucado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SlS68SjX-8I/AAAAAAAAALQ/oCsjes_qzYs/s1600-h/AMOR%2BCora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2Bmodified.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356111401785490370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SlS68SjX-8I/AAAAAAAAALQ/oCsjes_qzYs/s320/AMOR%2BCora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2Bmodified.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foi tudo tão derrepente,surpreendente,inesquecivel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você me surgio como um sonho,transformando meu mundo em realidade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Busco seus olhos em todos os cantos,seu cheiro está empriguinado em meu corpo,sua voz gravada em minha mente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conto os segundos para te encontrar estar em seus braços e lhe falar: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te amo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tanto que nem sei o quanto,apenas sinto dentro do meu peito ,algo que grita,que suplica pela sua&lt;br /&gt;Presença.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estou aflita pela sede de seus beijos,pela angústia da saudade,delirando de desejo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te espero todas as noites,com lagrimas no olhar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esquecer...sei que nunca consiguirei,você abita meu pensamentos,rouba minha lucidez, me afogando em um mar de lembranças.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas me diga coração,como esquecer?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Das horas que nos perdemos de desejo,esquecemos do tempo,exausto de tanto prazer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esse amor brinca comigo,se esconde quando lhe chamo,e surge quando estou me curando.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como viver dependendo de ti?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se não podes ser meu?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigo as noites em vigilha com esperança de um dia voltar a lhe encontrar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008915250707901469-5090243484349148455?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/5090243484349148455/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/declaracao-de-um-coracao-machucado.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/5090243484349148455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/5090243484349148455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/declaracao-de-um-coracao-machucado.html' title='Declaração de um coração machucado'/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SlS68SjX-8I/AAAAAAAAALQ/oCsjes_qzYs/s72-c/AMOR%2BCora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2Bmodified.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-1870480819043820276</id><published>2009-07-08T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T19:35:50.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encosta o teu braço no meu pra que eu possa sentir teu calor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encosta os teus ouvidos em meu peito e escuta as batidas do meu coração... Percebe???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eles aceleram quando te vejo, quando chegas perto de mim...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encosta a tua boca na minha bem devagar, numa ansiedade controlada de um desejo infame... Mas esconde...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esconde e vai se revelando devagar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assim entenderei tudo o que se passa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entenderei que não é um sonho...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entederei que és só minha e que sou só teu...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1008915250707901469-1870480819043820276?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/1870480819043820276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/encosta-o-teu-braco-no-meu-pra-que-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/1870480819043820276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/1870480819043820276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/encosta-o-teu-braco-no-meu-pra-que-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-7243757630379051205</id><published>2009-07-08T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T19:36:47.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O primeiro beijo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O primeiro amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emoçao jamais conhecida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emoçao agora vivida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um beijo profundo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ao mesmo tempo suave.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ardente e carinhoso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde duas pessoas se completam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde juntos se tornam um.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em nome do amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde a espera se concretiza.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde tem seu fim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde o amor flui e a certeza... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De que valeu a pena&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/1008915250707901469-7243757630379051205?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/7243757630379051205/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-primeiro-beijo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/7243757630379051205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/7243757630379051205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-primeiro-beijo.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-1335702050859242884</id><published>2009-07-07T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:49:17.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Você não está sozinho (You Are Not Alone)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SlP7AboouwI/AAAAAAAAALI/zhugZYG38H0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355900366710422274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SlP7AboouwI/AAAAAAAAALI/zhugZYG38H0/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outro dia se foi, e eu ainda sozinho &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como isto pode ser? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você não está aqui comigo.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você nunca disse adeus, alguém me diga porque!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você tem mesmo que ir, e deixar meu mundo tão vazio? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo dia me sento e me pergunto: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como pode acabar o amor? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E alguma coisa sussura em meus ouvidos que.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você não está sozinho, eu estou aqui com você &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Embora você esteja distante, estou aqui para ficar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas você não está sozinho, eu estou aqui com você &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Embora estejamos separados, você está sempre em meu coração &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas você não está sozinho &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na noite passada, pensei ouvir você chorar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me pedindo para ir, e abraçar-te em meus braços &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu posso ouvir suas preces, um peso que irei carregar mas primeiro preciso de suas mãos, então o infinito irá começar.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo dia me sento e me pergunto: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como pode acabar o amor? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E alguma coisa sussura em meus ouvidos que....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Michael Jackson)&lt;/span&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/1008915250707901469-1335702050859242884?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/1335702050859242884/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/voce-nao-esta-sozinho-you-are-not-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 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style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Toques, sussurros, sensações&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Seres em comunhão de prazer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bocas, lábios e línguas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Degustam intimidades,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cada qual com sua alma erótica.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nus, despidos de pudor,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Inexistem impedimentos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Vêm os sorrisos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Carícias nutrem desejos,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Desejos que afloram&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Em duas almas eróticas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O silencio, o murmúrio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;As mãos, o tato&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Corpos que agora transpiram.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O instinto, o libido, o gozo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De duas almas eróticas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; (GUSTAVO PESSOA MARQUES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&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/1008915250707901469-3616478327553528534?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/3616478327553528534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/almas-eroticas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/3616478327553528534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/3616478327553528534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/almas-eroticas.html' title='Almas eróticas'/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SlPb1EtB6wI/AAAAAAAAAK4/hWk_eeRmGqs/s72-c/29998.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-8075231751405149704</id><published>2009-07-07T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T15:47:01.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ILEGAIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Desse jeito vão saber de nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Dessa nossa farra&lt;br /&gt;E será uma maldade voraz&lt;br /&gt;Pura hipocrisia&lt;br /&gt;Nossos corpos não conseguem ter paz&lt;br /&gt;Em uma distância&lt;br /&gt;Nossos olhos são dengosos demais&lt;br /&gt;Que não se consolam, clamam fugazes&lt;br /&gt;Olhos que se entregam&lt;br /&gt;Olhos ilegais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu só sei que eu quero você&lt;br /&gt;Pertinho de mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero você&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero você&lt;br /&gt;Em cima de mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero você...♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Vanessa da Mata)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008915250707901469-8075231751405149704?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/8075231751405149704/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/ilegais.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/8075231751405149704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/8075231751405149704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/ilegais.html' title='ILEGAIS'/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-8395329376722775869</id><published>2009-07-04T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T08:39:02.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Volto ao começo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo caminho tem,tem ida e volta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E um coração, alguém que já amou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um campeão se mostra na derrota, na força pra lutar quando já cansou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O quarto ainda é frio e a cama queima&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só de lembrar quem nela se deitou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha história é essa, esse é o problema&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A ferro e a fogo o amor marca deixou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toda saída tem a sua porta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que se faz aqui se vê depois&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A faca é cega, mas ainda corta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem disse o que já era ainda não foi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou morrendo aos poucos, esse é o preço&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De amar quem nunca teve tal valor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um dia ainda volto ao começo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E apago então as marcas desse amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O quarto é frio e a cama ainda queima&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só de lembrar quem nela se deitou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha história é essa, esse é o problema&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A ferro e a fogo o amor marca deixou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um dia ainda volto ao começo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E apago então as marcas desse amor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Fábio Junior)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008915250707901469-8395329376722775869?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/8395329376722775869/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/volto-ao-comeco.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/8395329376722775869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/8395329376722775869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/volto-ao-comeco.html' title='Volto ao começo'/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-6903534939640657194</id><published>2009-07-03T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:04:18.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prosseguindo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sk4kMXHZCDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-YXNLQdrhnI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354256801772144690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sk4kMXHZCDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-YXNLQdrhnI/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sofri muito, mais que merecia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um segundo é a própria morte nesta agonia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora chega&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esperei demais pela maldita resposta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabendo que no fundo nunca me escolherias &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com o peito em frangalhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olho para além do horizonte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Longe o bastante para que minha mente possa voar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há de haver um lugar que possa chamar de meu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora quero somente começar a andar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ficar parado neste ponto não mais poderei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os troféus já foram entregues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inclusive o meu por ter chegado em último lugar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiz tudo que podia e muito mais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esperei até criar raízes neste solo infértil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Idealizando a infrutífera idéia da felicidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todavia cansei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A batalha foi perdida e reconheço minha derrota&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saio do campo de cabeça erguida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estampando o orgulho de um adulto e não a tristeza de uma criança&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já vou tarde eu sei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A sua escolha sempre esteve bem clara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fazendo-me de cego&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu neguei-me a ver o que estava a muito estampado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lavo meu rosto e seco minha lagrimas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Identificando o fatídico fim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zerando o peito e começando novamente a rodar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Mayara Rosário)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008915250707901469-6903534939640657194?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/6903534939640657194/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/prosseguindo.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/6903534939640657194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/6903534939640657194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/prosseguindo.html' title='Prosseguindo.'/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sk4kMXHZCDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-YXNLQdrhnI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-4499387300325244462</id><published>2009-07-03T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T08:24:55.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O amor impossível.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sk4icCqq7xI/AAAAAAAAAJk/A5FVxsE0tnU/s1600-h/Beijo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354254872137625362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sk4icCqq7xI/AAAAAAAAAJk/A5FVxsE0tnU/s320/Beijo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu amo o som da voz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ressonando como uma linda serenata&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que a mais feroz besta consegue acalmar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu amo cada fio de teu cabelo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como um mar dourado que brilha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E até o poderoso sol faz invejar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu amo os teus olhos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Duas preciosas esmeraldas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E aquele jeitinho desconfiado só seu de olhar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu amo os teus lábios&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E de todo mel que deles derramam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só lembrança dos teus beijos me faz suspirar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu amo o teu cheiro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exalando aquele maravilhoso perfume&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que nem o mais fino bálsamo consegue imitar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu amo as tuas mãos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pequeninas e delicadas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a forma especial de me tocar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu amo cada curva de teu corpo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A tua pele branca desnuda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que tanto adoro admirar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu amo fazer amor contigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a magia que nos cerca neste momento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O verdadeiro prazer que me faz delirar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu amo tudo em ti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A tua presença é como o paraíso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Até quando insiste em me irritar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas eu odeio o fato de não estar aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E como me sinto quando a deixo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Principalmente porque me faz chorar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje entendo que só amor não é suficiente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por isso nunca mais quero te ver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois somente assim não vou sofrer e nem me machucar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ccccff;"&gt;(Ciro Rafael)&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/1008915250707901469-4499387300325244462?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/4499387300325244462/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-amor-impossivel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/4499387300325244462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/4499387300325244462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-amor-impossivel.html' title='O amor impossível.'/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sk4icCqq7xI/AAAAAAAAAJk/A5FVxsE0tnU/s72-c/Beijo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-6540651033600748464</id><published>2009-07-03T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:00:42.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A dura verdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Você me disse a verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;O que no fundo realmente queria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Como uma faca atravessou meu peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Entretanto contra isto nada posso fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Não posso obrigar a fazer o que não quer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Agora cabe a mim apenas me conformar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;O amor morreu ou quem sabe nunca tenha nascido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Mas agora finalmente terei que seguir em frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Eu não mais a perturbarei ou a incomodarei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Quero que realmente encontre a sua paz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Usurpada pela minha intromissão em sua maravilhosa vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Eu sinto muito e juro nunca mais te incomodar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Resta a mim, apenas, encontrar quem queira realmente me amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Mayara Rosário)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008915250707901469-6540651033600748464?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/6540651033600748464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/dura-verdade.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/6540651033600748464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/6540651033600748464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/dura-verdade.html' title='A dura verdade'/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-6469054749816484550</id><published>2009-07-01T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:47:46.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A busca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SkuC6ZuasVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/o1nHSatawew/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353516521909563730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SkuC6ZuasVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/o1nHSatawew/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu sou como a brisa do vento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que livre neste mundo vaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sem rumo e sem destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Num horizonte aberto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cheio de abismo e sucesso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como um beija - flor segue seu destino...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;De livre no horizonte voar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E o seu incansável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caminho seguir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Mayara Rosário)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Criado 30/06/2009&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/1008915250707901469-6469054749816484550?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/6469054749816484550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/busca.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/6469054749816484550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/6469054749816484550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/07/busca.html' title='A busca'/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SkuC6ZuasVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/o1nHSatawew/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-1585368916273075308</id><published>2009-06-25T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:51:12.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Na melancolia de teus olhos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu sinto a noite se inclinar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E escuto as cantigas antigas do mar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nos frios espaços de teus braços&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu me perco em carícias de água&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E durmo escutando em vão &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O silêncio da solidão"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Mayara Rosário)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Criado 25/06/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008915250707901469-1585368916273075308?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/1585368916273075308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/06/na-melancolia-de-teus-olhos-eu-sinto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/1585368916273075308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/1585368916273075308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/06/na-melancolia-de-teus-olhos-eu-sinto.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-4310424307056787281</id><published>2009-06-25T08:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T08:59:36.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tantas palavras bailam em minha mente,tanta coisa para se dizer, tanto sentimento!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu coração bate ansioso por uma palavra sua,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu corpo sonha com um toque seu,meus ouvidos atentos as suas palavras,seus olhos que penetram em minh’alma,descobrindo os meus mais íntimos segredos, desejos que se escondem em cada poro,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E em cada um deles uma poesia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E todo esse momento está presenteem cada segundo de meu dia,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E meu pensamento corre em busca de palavras apenas para exprimir um só sentimento ,que aperta o meu peito, me consome.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apenas consigo dizer e sentir :S A U D A D E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008915250707901469-4310424307056787281?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/4310424307056787281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/06/tantas-palavras-bailam-em-minha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/4310424307056787281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/4310424307056787281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/06/tantas-palavras-bailam-em-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-8025137157295460130</id><published>2009-06-24T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T18:25:03.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"A gente não percebe o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que se perde aos poucos sem virar carinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Guardar lá dentro amor não impede,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que ele empedre mesmo crendo-se infinito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tornar o amor real é expulsá-lo de você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Prá que ele possa ser de alguém"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Para Elaine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s2&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/1008915250707901469-8025137157295460130?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-8492845437167798540</id><published>2009-06-23T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T08:17:07.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Novo Amanhecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SkFVlxbmpaI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HORCjeZcsH0/s1600-h/amanhecer01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350651939705496994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SkFVlxbmpaI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HORCjeZcsH0/s200/amanhecer01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SkFU2vgCEwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/t4cIdu15rv4/s1600-h/amanhecer01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SkFUpUtvZwI/AAAAAAAAAJE/XW4a2TKQ4KA/s1600-h/amanhecer01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olho na sua rua...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quando você vem chegando e sorrindo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vem trazendo o sol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Que brilha só para mim.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;O meu mundo se transforma numa viva poesia.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;É o amor que está mudando tudo aqui em mim.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E quando você vai, menina do céu cai uma chuva fina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para molhar o meu chão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;As flores vão dormir sorrindo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E vai amanhecer tão lindo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Já tem paz no meu jardim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Para esperar você denovo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ver o sol brilhando novamente em você.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brilhando em mim!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Mayara Rosário)&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/1008915250707901469-8492845437167798540?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/8492845437167798540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/06/novo-amanhecer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-446562924909767582</id><published>2009-06-23T14:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T18:00:33.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensando em você</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Lembrando os momentos de ternura...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;O silêncio eloquente do amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Desejo toma- lá, tocar sua face linda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;No vazio, em torno de mim, vejo o teu sorriso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;A sombra do seu medo, escuto sua voz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Uma mágoa secreta, oculta, em suas palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Eu sonho estar com você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Toca- lá de leve, acalma- la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Eu a amo tanto, nunca me deixe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Por favor, sempre divida comigo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Seu amor, sua vida, sua dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Mayara Rosário)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008915250707901469-446562924909767582?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/446562924909767582/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/06/pensando-em-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/446562924909767582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/446562924909767582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/06/pensando-em-voce.html' title='Pensando em você'/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-5741495320189193718</id><published>2009-06-23T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T08:18:34.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amarga distância</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SkD6fu-JnuI/AAAAAAAAAI8/yxVbCnLSn30/s1600-h/gfg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350551780407746274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SkD6fu-JnuI/AAAAAAAAAI8/yxVbCnLSn30/s320/gfg.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Como é amarga a distância;&lt;br /&gt;Querer estar juntinhos&lt;br /&gt;Mas ter que viver com esta ausência....&lt;br /&gt;Quilómetros nos separam&lt;br /&gt;E, quilómetros de fio nos une.&lt;br /&gt;Separados carnalmente&lt;br /&gt;Unidos através de pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;Em breve embora com medo&lt;br /&gt;Nos vamos encontrar&lt;br /&gt;E aí....&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber como iremos ficar&lt;br /&gt;Prometo viver esse momento;&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia irei recordar,&lt;br /&gt;Sem tormento ou lamento.&lt;br /&gt;Espero depois aguentar&lt;br /&gt;A dor que será partir;&lt;br /&gt;Partir,..., mas com a promessa de voltar&lt;br /&gt;O mais não seja para te ver sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;Esperando anciosso por te abraçar,&lt;br /&gt;Resta-me escrever que estou doido por voltar.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda pensando estar a sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Resta-me mesmo sonhar contigo&lt;br /&gt;Para esta solidão acalmar...&lt;br /&gt;E viver com a esperança&lt;br /&gt;De um dia ficar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Mayara Rosário)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008915250707901469-5741495320189193718?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/5741495320189193718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/06/amarga-distancia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-1589016007512622736</id><published>2009-06-23T08:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T08:20:00.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sofrimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SkD1aiHajHI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Z8iqvnH1K14/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350546193499458674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SkD1aiHajHI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Z8iqvnH1K14/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SkD0pCdjkTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZRw-N9hnvYs/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Chorei no silêncio da noite,&lt;br /&gt;Eu chorei...&lt;br /&gt;Chorei sem saber porque, não sei se foi a tristeza, ou se foi a saudade de você&lt;br /&gt;Quando você partiu eu fiquei triste... amargurada sem saber o que fazer,&lt;br /&gt;Procurei por toda parte,&lt;br /&gt;E não consegui achar você.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu choro...&lt;br /&gt;Espero que não se oponha pois chorar por quem se ama,&lt;br /&gt;Acho que não é vergonha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Mayara Rosário)&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/1008915250707901469-1589016007512622736?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SkD1aiHajHI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Z8iqvnH1K14/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-3830231505087013342</id><published>2009-06-23T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T08:21:49.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SkDuYDQR_QI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_Rvm0kNgGk0/s1600-h/SAUDADE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350538454274014466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SkDuYDQR_QI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_Rvm0kNgGk0/s200/SAUDADE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;"Teu olhar é verde, é meigo como a paisagem do vale sereno.&lt;br /&gt;Teu sorriso é festivo, é alegre, é vida, é ternura, é poesia.&lt;br /&gt;Tuas mãos são rosas que se abrem e me dão calor.&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor por ti é vasto como a vastidão do mar...&lt;br /&gt;És paz, para os meus dias esquecer -me.&lt;br /&gt;Para fixar -me só em ti."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mayara Rosário)&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/1008915250707901469-3830231505087013342?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/3830231505087013342/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/06/voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/3830231505087013342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/3830231505087013342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/06/voce.html' title='Você'/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SkDuYDQR_QI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_Rvm0kNgGk0/s72-c/SAUDADE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-6708178360874817925</id><published>2009-06-22T18:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T18:02:40.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"TODO SENTIMENTO&lt;br /&gt;PRECISA DE UM PASSADO PRA EXISTIR&lt;br /&gt;O AMOR NÃO&lt;br /&gt;ELE CRIA COMO POR ENCANTO UM PASSADO QUE NOS CERCA&lt;br /&gt;ELE NOS DA A CONSCIENCIA DE HAVERMOS VIVIDO ANOS A FIO&lt;br /&gt;COM ALGUEM QUE A POUCO ERA QUASE UM ESTRANHO&lt;br /&gt;ELE SUPRE A FALTA DE LEMBRANÇAS COM UMA ESPÉCIE DE MAGICA"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;BENJAMIN CONSTANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008915250707901469-6708178360874817925?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/6708178360874817925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/06/todo-sentimento-precisa-de-um-passado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/6708178360874817925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/6708178360874817925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/06/todo-sentimento-precisa-de-um-passado.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-1295909884626999466</id><published>2009-06-17T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T08:24:35.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SjkR47DbsyI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bAMofvx-I6s/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348325702101611298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SjkR47DbsyI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bAMofvx-I6s/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perdoa-me por insistir, e dizer tantas vezes que vou te esquecer.E volto a te escrever.Por não cumpri a promessa que te fiz de não mais te procurar.Sinto-me enganada por este coração...E percebendo a minha insanidade de achar que suas palavras eram belase me caiam como melodia...Puro engano... Eram palavras ásperas e fúteis...E mesmo assim volto a te escrever, só para sentir um pouco de você...Para ver o seu sorriso ao longe, e assim aquietar meu coração de vez.Mas de você tenho só o silencio que se rompe com o som dos teclados,depois de passar horas pensando se devo novamente reviver o passado.Ingrato TU ES! Oh doce criatura, pois a cada encontro tudo que você disse destruiu em um breve momento todo o encanto de harmonia, e meu coração ficou despedaçado.Não encontro mais aquele jovem de palavras doces... Onde estais? Perdeu-se na ilusão.Pensas tu oh! Doce criatura que deixaria levar-me pelo pecado da carne? Engana-te, pois meu coração só sabe amar e entregar-se por amor... Seja como for! Perdoa-me por ainda alimentar este inesquecível AMOR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Autor desconhecido)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/1008915250707901469-1295909884626999466?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/1295909884626999466/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/06/perdoa-me-por-insistir-e-dizer-tantas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/1295909884626999466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/1295909884626999466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/06/perdoa-me-por-insistir-e-dizer-tantas.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SjkR47DbsyI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bAMofvx-I6s/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-591467698999986770</id><published>2009-06-17T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T08:40:01.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;" Na vida todos temos um segredo inconfessável, um arrependimento irreversível, um sonho inalcançável e um amor inesquecível&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008915250707901469-591467698999986770?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/591467698999986770/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/06/na-vida-todos-temos-um-segredo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/591467698999986770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/591467698999986770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/06/na-vida-todos-temos-um-segredo.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-3699807555869947744</id><published>2009-06-17T08:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T08:23:46.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A carta que não chegou</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SjkKSy13zJI/AAAAAAAAAIU/9siSu27vFzs/s1600-h/escrevendo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348317350480825490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SjkKSy13zJI/AAAAAAAAAIU/9siSu27vFzs/s320/escrevendo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não aguento mais fingir que te esqueci, fingi que meu coração não pulsa seu nome, fingi que minhas lágrimas não derramam, fingir que não penso em ti ,fingir que quando te vejo meu coração não bate mais forte, fingi que quando vc me olho eu não ligo, fingi que eu não preciso do seu sorriso, fingi que não sofro mais, fingi que não te quero mais aqui, fingi que eu desisti, fingi que vc não existi mais dentro de mim, fingi que te esqueci, não aguento mais pq é mentira, eu disse que ia te esquecer e arrumar um outro amor, e eu cheguei a pensar que tinha consiguido te esquecer, que tinha consigo arrumar um outro amor, mas não, esse amor outra vez dispertou mais forte que antes, pensei que tinha acabado, mais não vai acabar é pra sempre... sempre vc gravado em mim, eu sei que NUNCA vou ter você pra mim, mais e daí te amar basta pra mim, se eu te olhar de longe e ver seu sorriso e ver vc feliz isso é motivo pra mim viver feliz pra sempre, DEUS muito obrigado por ter feito ele tão perfeito, meu anjo meu tudo, muito obrigado por ter feito com que esse sentimento brotasse em mim, não vai ter fim, eu sei não vou te esquecer, vc é meu motivo pra viver, seu olhar me dá asas pra voar, seja onde for eu vou te amar, e vc sempre vai sempre ficar aqui vc fez uma marca na alma, que ninguém senti, ninguém vê e ninguém apaga,não te esqueci,cada batida do meu coração é minha alma gritando por ti, choro por saber que vc não me nota cada lágrima que derramo é por ti,cada segundo é em ti que penso, quando ti vejo meu coração acelera cria asas sai fora do meu peito,quando vc me olha não sei explicar a sensação que dá,tudo o que eu preciso é do seu sorriso,vc me é tudo que é preciso, posso não te ter mas esse sentimento basta, será que vc ainda vai dúvidar que á minha vida é te amar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008915250707901469-3699807555869947744?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/3699807555869947744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/06/carta-que-nao-chegou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/3699807555869947744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/3699807555869947744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/06/carta-que-nao-chegou.html' title='A carta que não chegou'/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/SjkKSy13zJI/AAAAAAAAAIU/9siSu27vFzs/s72-c/escrevendo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-6615605400700551280</id><published>2009-06-17T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T08:17:06.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Você foi a única pessoa, pela qual me apaixonei. Carinhos, beijinhos, alegrias, tristezas, intimidades, brincaderias, segredos... Enfim.Você foi a única, nenhuma mais vai substituir o seu lugar dentro do meu coração. Espero que um dia tudo se resolva, e que possamos ficar juntos novamente. Esperarei o tempo que for. Eu te amo. ♥&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/1008915250707901469-6615605400700551280?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/6615605400700551280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/06/voce-foi-unica-pessoa-pela-qual-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/6615605400700551280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/6615605400700551280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/06/voce-foi-unica-pessoa-pela-qual-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-507136503630536706</id><published>2009-06-08T09:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T08:26:15.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Si03A4sxi8I/AAAAAAAAAIM/8REt5j8VqqM/s1600-h/apostila_amor_paixao_ciencia01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344988821118356418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Si03A4sxi8I/AAAAAAAAAIM/8REt5j8VqqM/s320/apostila_amor_paixao_ciencia01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;No seu corpo é que eu encontro Depois do amor, o descanso E essa paz infinita No seu corpo, minhas mãos Se deslizam e se firmam Numa curva mais bonita No seu corpo o meu momento É mais perfeito E eu sinto no seu peito O meu coração bater E no meio desse abraço É que eu me amasso E me entrego pra você E continua a viagem No meio dessa paisagem Onde tudo me fascina E me deixo ser levado Por um caminho encantado Que a natureza me ensina E embora eu já conheça bem Os seus caminhos Me envolvo e sou tragado Pelos seus carinhos E só me encontro se me perco No seu corpo E embora eu já conheça bem Os seus caminhos Me envolvo e sou tragado Pelos seus carinhos E só me encontro se me perco No seu corpo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Mayara Rosário)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008915250707901469-507136503630536706?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/507136503630536706/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-seu-corpo-e-que-eu-encontro-depois.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/507136503630536706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/507136503630536706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-seu-corpo-e-que-eu-encontro-depois.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Si03A4sxi8I/AAAAAAAAAIM/8REt5j8VqqM/s72-c/apostila_amor_paixao_ciencia01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-4422274272516876379</id><published>2009-06-06T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T08:28:27.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Avesso dos ponteiros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sip3SEHdKLI/AAAAAAAAAIE/dVLRpUOOtIs/s1600-h/OgAAACcZi0Xjc1xEqXMOh7rNuSj6nr0hMxYh4y0d4z_N9PL3quIwUh5fd7BxtXNdVrctsbkRDR46vrNTd48VR71UBq8Am1T1UHpZh8tBxvMcBUKvP38X84UwZT0A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344215060054878386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sip3SEHdKLI/AAAAAAAAAIE/dVLRpUOOtIs/s320/OgAAACcZi0Xjc1xEqXMOh7rNuSj6nr0hMxYh4y0d4z_N9PL3quIwUh5fd7BxtXNdVrctsbkRDR46vrNTd48VR71UBq8Am1T1UHpZh8tBxvMcBUKvP38X84UwZT0A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sip2-4FvL8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/ueMWMyn407s/s1600-h/OgAAACcZi0Xjc1xEqXMOh7rNuSj6nr0hMxYh4y0d4z_N9PL3quIwUh5fd7BxtXNdVrctsbkRDR46vrNTd48VR71UBq8Am1T1UHpZh8tBxvMcBUKvP38X84UwZT0A.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sempre chega a hora da solidão Sempre Chega a hora de arrumar o armário Chega a hora do poeta a plêiade Chega a hora em que o camelo tem sede O tempo passa e engraxa a gastura do sapato Na pressa a gente nem nota que a Lua muda de formato Pessoas passam por mim pra pegar o metrô Confundo a vida ser um longa-metragem O diretor segue seu destino de cortar as cenas E o velho vai ficando fraco esvaziando os frascos E já não vai mais ao cinema.Penso quando você partiu assim sem olhar pra trás Como um navio que vai ao longe já nem se lembra do cais Os carros na minha frente vão indo e eu nunca sei pra onde Será que é lá que você se esconde?Tudo passa e eu ainda ando pensando em você A idade aponta na falha dos cabelos Outro mês aponta na folha do calendário As senhoras vão trocando o vestuário As meninas viram a página do diário O tempo faz tudo valer a pena E nem o erro é desperdício Tudo cresce e o início Deixa de ser início E vai chegando ao meio Aí começo a pensar que nada tem fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Ana Carolina)&lt;/em&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/1008915250707901469-4422274272516876379?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/4422274272516876379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/06/sempre-chega-hora-da-solidao-sempre.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/4422274272516876379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/4422274272516876379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/06/sempre-chega-hora-da-solidao-sempre.html' title='O Avesso dos ponteiros'/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sip3SEHdKLI/AAAAAAAAAIE/dVLRpUOOtIs/s72-c/OgAAACcZi0Xjc1xEqXMOh7rNuSj6nr0hMxYh4y0d4z_N9PL3quIwUh5fd7BxtXNdVrctsbkRDR46vrNTd48VR71UBq8Am1T1UHpZh8tBxvMcBUKvP38X84UwZT0A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-6975993914522406357</id><published>2009-05-28T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T18:02:01.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Te Amava,Mas Deixa pra Lá...Amei você...Sem truques e sem maldades fiz o meu papel...Eu quis lhe oferecer o que ninguém me deu!Você não acredita, mas eu fui fiel...!Amei você,Mas hoje posso ver que foi melhor assim...Preciso te esquecer pra me lembrar de mim,A vida continua...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008915250707901469-6975993914522406357?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/6975993914522406357/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/05/te-amavamas-deixa-pra-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/6975993914522406357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/6975993914522406357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/05/te-amavamas-deixa-pra-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-1408664038594460419</id><published>2009-05-26T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T08:55:44.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ontem você me fazia esquecer o mundo; hoje, o mundo não me faz esquecer você."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008915250707901469-1408664038594460419?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/1408664038594460419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/05/ontem-voce-me-fazia-esquecer-o-mundo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/1408664038594460419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/1408664038594460419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/05/ontem-voce-me-fazia-esquecer-o-mundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-4821307414172256461</id><published>2009-05-16T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T08:31:09.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Por que?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sg9oQ6p4U8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/yId0qAHWCIU/s1600-h/saudade2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336598723289437122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sg9oQ6p4U8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/yId0qAHWCIU/s200/saudade2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sg9nhs2ZbNI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rDfhXTuIGxE/s1600-h/saudade2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Estou aqui no mais reservado canto da minha vida, Olhando para o computador. Minha mente sussurra palavras ao teclado, No mais discreto improviso, Meu coração voa... Por que te amar?Talvez por te ver e sentir... Mesmo sem te possuir!Por que te ver?Quem sabe para te imaginar, sorrindo para também me amar!Por que imaginar?Vai ver você já foi, é, e sempre será, um sonho a me enganar!Ficas em mim existindo, ensaiando uma saudade Que não cabe mais dentro de mim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Mayara Rosário)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1008915250707901469-4821307414172256461?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/4821307414172256461/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/05/por-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/4821307414172256461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/4821307414172256461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/05/por-que.html' title='Por que?'/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sg9oQ6p4U8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/yId0qAHWCIU/s72-c/saudade2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-8756617929509612656</id><published>2009-05-16T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T19:38:56.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Te amo em silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sg7-IqKAOQI/AAAAAAAAAG4/E-yQ4T_cO_M/s1600-h/fhg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336482033189271810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sg7-IqKAOQI/AAAAAAAAAG4/E-yQ4T_cO_M/s320/fhg.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Às vezes em meu silêncio busco repostas para tanta solidão, Queria poder entender, porque tanto vazio, a minha alma sangra… dor na alma e no meu coração... Porque será que dói tanto quando agente ama... No meu silêncio, viajo em meus pensamentos... Em busca do amor que nunca será meu... A quem me dera se ao menos eu tivesse a resposta deste amor… Olho para céu, e pergunto será que algum dia ele vai entender o que eu sinto. Não tem resposta, porque ele nunca saberá que eu o amei no meu silêncio... Ah! Como foi bom tiver em meus pensamentos, sonhei tantas vezes acordada... quem sabe você apareceria e me abraçaria , sentiria os toques suaves de suas mãos...Hum! Beijaria sua boca com toques suaves e leves, e aos poucos aumentaria a força dos meus beijos e levaria você a um lugar lindo que só os meus pensamentos saberiam você estaria comigo, ninguém jamais nos encontrariam, Quanta Noite linda viveu, neste lindo sonho... Nas praias caminhei, deixando as minhas pegadas na areia, esperando ser seguida pelo cavalheiro do meu silêncio... O vento levemente tocando em meu rosto, eu fechava os meus olhos e imaginava você beijando a minha face... E o mar, ondas envolventes batendo sobre as minhas pernas, então fechava os meus olhos e naquele instante único, só nos dois e mais ninguém e pensava é ele era você me abraçando fortemente e dizendo como esperei por este momento. Naquele instante envolvida em seus braços, você tocar em minha pele, sentindo minha respiração acelerada, coração acelerado, nossa que loucura poder estar ao lado do homem da minha imaginação, que faz meu coração vibrar de tanta explosão, pena que só foi neste instante, este homem foi saindo de mansinho e partindo meu coração e dando adeus a um coração que nunca será seu. Quando olhei para a areia percebi que só tinha as minhas pegadas e também tinha algo mais uma frase dizendo adeus... Em fim este homem, só está no meu silêncio, nas minhas noites frias no meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008915250707901469-8756617929509612656?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/8756617929509612656/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/05/te-amo-em-silencio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/8756617929509612656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/8756617929509612656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/05/te-amo-em-silencio.html' title='Te amo em silêncio'/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sg7-IqKAOQI/AAAAAAAAAG4/E-yQ4T_cO_M/s72-c/fhg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-7936221920579108563</id><published>2009-05-15T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T08:33:58.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desabafo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sg2S5SNfBpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Zl86HNMEoWE/s1600-h/paixao01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336082646342502034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sg2S5SNfBpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Zl86HNMEoWE/s200/paixao01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sg2SpcGhMmI/AAAAAAAAAGc/xTg205S9xDo/s1600-h/paixao01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Procurei seu gosto Em todas as bocas que beijei Procurei seu cheiro Em todos os corpos que abracei Procurei tua essência Em todas as almas que cruzei. Procurei você,Não encontrei .E do nosso amor restou saudade Do reencontro, apenas esperança.Tão tola quanto a felicidade Que guardo ainda na lembrança O tempo passou A alegria acabou O amor findou A saudade ficouE a minha vida murchou Como a flor que não se rega Como o amor que se renega Como o tempo que me amou.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Autor desconhecido)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1008915250707901469-7936221920579108563?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/7936221920579108563/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/05/desabafo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/7936221920579108563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/7936221920579108563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/05/desabafo.html' title='Desabafo'/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sg2S5SNfBpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Zl86HNMEoWE/s72-c/paixao01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-135455273440290146</id><published>2009-05-15T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T08:34:54.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sg2QuWGsrDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/OmWIkesruMk/s1600-h/solidao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336080259385961522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sg2QuWGsrDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/OmWIkesruMk/s320/solidao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sg2QgVmrFDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/m1kFtOwdrzU/s1600-h/solidao.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu amor foi destruído Por uma pessoa a qual eu amava muito Mas nada disso me abalara Destruirão meu amor Mas não conseguirão Destruir-me Por que eu sei que Existirão outros amores Em minha vida Amores inesquecíveis Amores marcantes Ao qual eu nunca esquecerei Amores que ficarão guardados Em meu coração E nele jamais Serão machucados Pois saberei guarda-los Com carinho E muito amor E a vc q destruiu meu amor Apenas te desejo toda a Felicidade do mundo E espero q vc encontre um Amor igual ou se não Maior que o meu Pois amar E o q nos resta Nessa vida De desilusões... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Mayara Rosário)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1008915250707901469-135455273440290146?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/135455273440290146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/05/meu-amor-foi-destruido-por-uma-pessoa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/135455273440290146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/135455273440290146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/05/meu-amor-foi-destruido-por-uma-pessoa.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sg2QuWGsrDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/OmWIkesruMk/s72-c/solidao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-3481363632879380403</id><published>2009-05-14T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T08:35:33.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Só pra refletir um pouco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sgy5FTOmAUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Ros8Akw8bqk/s1600-h/gdfer.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335843159239164226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sgy5FTOmAUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Ros8Akw8bqk/s400/gdfer.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Os ventos que as vezes tiram algo que amamOs, sãO os mesmOs que trazem algo que aprendemos a amar. Por isso não devemos chorar pelo que nos foi tirado e sim, aprender a amar o que nos foi dado, pois tudo aquilo que é realmente nosso, nunca se vai pra sempre!"&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; (Bob Marley)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008915250707901469-3481363632879380403?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/3481363632879380403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-pra-refletir-um-pouco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/3481363632879380403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/3481363632879380403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-pra-refletir-um-pouco.html' title='Só pra refletir um pouco'/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sgy5FTOmAUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Ros8Akw8bqk/s72-c/gdfer.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008915250707901469.post-7825469160150970726</id><published>2009-05-14T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T08:36:18.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para alguém</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sgy8V9AnIUI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bQAlifEpDjw/s1600-h/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335846743867597122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sgy8V9AnIUI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bQAlifEpDjw/s320/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não esqueço seu beijo Seus lábios aos meus Que me levaram ao paraíso Com suas carícias e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;carinhos Sua&lt;/span&gt; boca, não esqueço Entre &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mil Seu&lt;/span&gt; gosto, reconheço Não esqueço aquele som O vento batendo a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;janela Brisa&lt;/span&gt; tão suave À noite a nossa espera Queria teu corpo nu Por dentro o calor Nossos corpos juntos Unidos em um amor Encanta-me sua beleza Sua simpatia Invade-me a alma, contagia Seu perfume Tu és uma Rosa bela Que cisma cheiro de amor Seja de noite ou de dia Entre a roseira A que mais exala alegria“Rosa púrpura,Que despontou entre o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;verdor&lt;/span&gt;”Qual será seu segredo?Porque sinto tanto amor? Entre a roseira Você é a que mais tem cor Rosa vermelha Tua alma espelha O amor mais lindo da terra Que eu dei a ti Que só a ti venera Não penso em outra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;coisa Se&lt;/span&gt; não a ti amar Trazer-lhe a felicidade Mas temo De me perder em seu perfume.É nunca mais me encontrar Seu corpo sob a luz da lua Desperta o olhar De quem vaga a rua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Farei&lt;/span&gt; de tudo para lhe ver sorrir Arriscarei minha vida para tela comigo Será que há no mundo Amor mais intenso Do que o que estou sentindo?Peço-te a união A união de um sentimento Que o branco lhe caia bem Felicidade a todo o momento Na tradição de nossos avós Espero-te No altar de meus sonhos E ao chegar em passo lento Com sua beleza eu me contento E que selado nosso &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;amor Terei&lt;/span&gt;-te,,Pois nem a morte nos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;separa Para&lt;/span&gt; sempre, amor eterno,Eternamente ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Mayara Rosário)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/1008915250707901469-7825469160150970726?l=maryfrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/feeds/7825469160150970726/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/05/nao-esqueco-seu-beijo-seus-labios-aos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/7825469160150970726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008915250707901469/posts/default/7825469160150970726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryfrind.blogspot.com/2009/05/nao-esqueco-seu-beijo-seus-labios-aos.html' title='Para alguém'/><author><name>Mayara com Y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267938427313852855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/ShLMuDqrCTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q3AEqFRWPkA/S220/OQAAAOv8MIf5s728yQRWPbbnq2aExPd8EvD0za3rxOGCM1z9Hw3efN8jTKwRrkMF87ldcSTt3UTboXvpuKfNOdNsdbMAm1T1UI3gO3NONS5-ZvDZxH7V7nqRxj9K.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lb2uoPbz-uU/Sgy8V9AnIUI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bQAlifEpDjw/s72-c/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
