<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295</id><updated>2011-12-10T07:16:01.057-02:00</updated><category term='Renata Fagundes'/><category term='Caio F. Abreu'/><category term='Millôr F.'/><category term='Ana Jácomo'/><category term='Paulo Coelho'/><category term='Cartas'/><category term='Charlie Chaplin'/><category term='Diversos'/><category term='Zíbia Gasparetto'/><category term='Markus Zusak'/><category term='Vinicius de Moraes'/><category term='Fernanda Mello'/><category term='Desconhecido'/><category term='Carlos Drummond de Andrade'/><category term='Fernanda Young'/><category term='Alice Ruiz'/><category term='Mark Twain'/><category term='Mário Quintana'/><category term='Tati Bernardi'/><category term='BEM ÍNTIMO'/><category term='Arnaldo Jabor'/><category term='John Lennon'/><category term='Deborah Strougo'/><category term='Clarice Lispector'/><category term='Fernanda Gaona'/><category term='Cah Morandi'/><category term='Thais Vicentini'/><category term='Adriana Falcão'/><category term='Martha Medeiros'/><category term='Marilyn Monroe'/><category term='Fabricio Carpinejar'/><category term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>Bárbara Fróis</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>227</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-3691840665911935869</id><published>2011-10-04T19:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T19:52:09.614-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caio F. Abreu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XQNJQymM-C0/TouNyi75bSI/AAAAAAAAAjE/_vgW5ZrvbAA/s1600/tumblr_lkab010lLj1qdp5qbo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XQNJQymM-C0/TouNyi75bSI/AAAAAAAAAjE/_vgW5ZrvbAA/s320/tumblr_lkab010lLj1qdp5qbo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659773256232168738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;' Dizem que a gente tem o que precisa. Não o que a gente quer. Tudo bem.  Eu não preciso de muito. Eu não quero muito. Eu quero mais. Mais paz.  Mais saúde.Mais dinheiro. Mais poesia. Mais verdade. Mais harmonia. Mais  noites bem dormidas. Mais noites em claro. Mais eu. Mais você. Mais  sorrisos, beijos e aquela rima grudada na boca. Eu quero nós. Mais nós.  Grudados. Enrolados. Amarrados. Jogados no tapete da sala. Nós que não  atam nem desatam. Eu quero pouco e quero mais. Quero você. Quero eu.  Quero domingos de manhã. Quero cama desarrumada, lençol, café e  travesseiro. Quero seu beijo. Quero seu cheiro. Quero aquele olhar que  não cansa, o desejo que escorre pela boca e o minuto no segundo  seguinte: nada é muito quando é demais. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768058357800942295-3691840665911935869?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/3691840665911935869/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=3691840665911935869&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3691840665911935869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3691840665911935869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/10/dizem-que-gente-tem-o-que-precisa.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XQNJQymM-C0/TouNyi75bSI/AAAAAAAAAjE/_vgW5ZrvbAA/s72-c/tumblr_lkab010lLj1qdp5qbo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-5393343562920133034</id><published>2011-07-28T18:25:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T18:36:48.796-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>Ai que o amor acontece</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V2COf5yQ8sA/TjHV-rxg0QI/AAAAAAAAAi8/32KpfoibrtA/s1600/Casal_20_by_androgenio.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V2COf5yQ8sA/TjHV-rxg0QI/AAAAAAAAAi8/32KpfoibrtA/s320/Casal_20_by_androgenio.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634519881696203010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Todo dia em algum momento eu penso em você&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Já percebi que o sentimento pode aparecer,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aí que o amor acontece&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Então posso dizer que sinto sua falta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;E lembrar do seu beijo não me traz a calma&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que eu sinto com você&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;E mesmo quando eu estou com meus amigos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A sensação que eu tenho é que estou sozinho,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não consigo esconder&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;É que a paixão aconteceu e tomou conta de mim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não mando mais no coração, eu não consigo dormir&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu não vou evitar, eu não vou desistir&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Agora eu já não aceito outra condição&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se não for assumir de vez essa nossa paixão&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não da mais pra ficar vivendo a solidão&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Humberto e Ronaldo &lt;/b&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/6768058357800942295-5393343562920133034?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/5393343562920133034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=5393343562920133034&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/5393343562920133034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/5393343562920133034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/07/ai-que-o-amor-acontece.html' title='Ai que o amor acontece'/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V2COf5yQ8sA/TjHV-rxg0QI/AAAAAAAAAi8/32KpfoibrtA/s72-c/Casal_20_by_androgenio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-3962036738570795753</id><published>2011-07-26T19:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T19:32:33.712-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deborah Strougo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W0KqPGT97I8/Ti9AeJeGOkI/AAAAAAAAAi0/BjIWeDgjb9c/s1600/love_by_fypa-d2zmif2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W0KqPGT97I8/Ti9AeJeGOkI/AAAAAAAAAi0/BjIWeDgjb9c/s320/love_by_fypa-d2zmif2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633792545546189378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;' Você vive momentos, e os divide com alguém que seu coração te sussurra aos ouvidos que é especial. Você o vê, você o escuta, você o sente. O sente tão completamente que a sinceridade que é imposta à você, se torna visível aos olhos, e uma alma se desprende de um corpo - tão transparente, pura.&lt;br /&gt;Você se assusta, e dá um passo para trás. Acredite, é normal! Nossos sentidos aguçam e se tornam mais espertos, pois sabem que estão lidando com algo jamais visto. O tempo se passa, e com isso você aprende, se apega, se apaixona pelo considerado "estranho". É estranho, porém diferente, logo, se torna encantador.&lt;br /&gt;As manhãs podem aparentar cores mais vivas, e os perfumes mais doces, as noites mais suáveis e as pessoas mais bonitas. Tudo se torna uma enorme alegria, fazem-se as coisas com mais prazer e paciência. E aquilo que o coração estranhava, se torna o vício que você já não pretende largar. '&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/6768058357800942295-3962036738570795753?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/3962036738570795753/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=3962036738570795753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3962036738570795753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3962036738570795753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/07/voce-vive-momentos-e-os-divide-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W0KqPGT97I8/Ti9AeJeGOkI/AAAAAAAAAi0/BjIWeDgjb9c/s72-c/love_by_fypa-d2zmif2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-2678563195129463364</id><published>2011-07-25T20:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T20:59:55.792-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caio F. Abreu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sJEGyvCbkNY/Ti4DbeSeIXI/AAAAAAAAAis/Om4zgnTfvW0/s1600/674230764_1de28a779d.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sJEGyvCbkNY/Ti4DbeSeIXI/AAAAAAAAAis/Om4zgnTfvW0/s320/674230764_1de28a779d.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633443954408956274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Tô me aproximando de tudo que me faz completo, me faz feliz e que me quer bem. Tô aproveitando tudo de bom que essa nossa vida tem. Tô me dedicando de verdade pra agradar um outro alguém. Tô trazendo pra perto de mim quem eu gosto e quem gosta de mim também. Ultimamente eu só tô querendo ver o ‘bom’ que todo mundo tem. Relaxa, respira, se irritar é bom pra quem? Supera, suporta, entenda: isento de problemas eu não conheço ninguém. Queira viver, viver melhor, viver sorrindo e até os cem. Tô feliz, to despreocupado, com a vida eu to de bem.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/6768058357800942295-2678563195129463364?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/2678563195129463364/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=2678563195129463364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/2678563195129463364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/2678563195129463364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/07/to-me-aproximando-de-tudo-que-me-faz.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sJEGyvCbkNY/Ti4DbeSeIXI/AAAAAAAAAis/Om4zgnTfvW0/s72-c/674230764_1de28a779d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-9111969408921701023</id><published>2011-07-24T15:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T15:50:37.906-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ana Jácomo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mYQeifxktzM/TixpcXIulFI/AAAAAAAAAig/QuMM1Ek-FfM/s1600/tumblr_levugq9Tv61qcpmgno1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mYQeifxktzM/TixpcXIulFI/AAAAAAAAAig/QuMM1Ek-FfM/s320/tumblr_levugq9Tv61qcpmgno1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632993169901524050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Tem gente que entra na nossa vida de forma providencial e se encaixa naquela história que gosto de imaginar: surpresas que Deus embrulha pra presente e nos envia no anonimato. Surpresas que só sabemos de onde vêm porque chegam com o cheiro dele no papel."&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/6768058357800942295-9111969408921701023?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/9111969408921701023/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=9111969408921701023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/9111969408921701023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/9111969408921701023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/07/tem-gente-que-entra-na-nossa-vida-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mYQeifxktzM/TixpcXIulFI/AAAAAAAAAig/QuMM1Ek-FfM/s72-c/tumblr_levugq9Tv61qcpmgno1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-2317446148697162632</id><published>2011-07-23T15:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T15:06:09.414-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fabricio Carpinejar'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-078kaGRTydA/TisNipyXcdI/AAAAAAAAAiY/MZZ8LEEyfsY/s1600/3999469754_a56f8488f0.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-078kaGRTydA/TisNipyXcdI/AAAAAAAAAiY/MZZ8LEEyfsY/s320/3999469754_a56f8488f0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632610647940755922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Existe um único antídoto para a falta de tempo. Um único. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Estar apaixonado. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Esquecer de si para inventar o desejo. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O desejo transforma-se no próprio tempo. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tudo é adiado.&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/6768058357800942295-2317446148697162632?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/2317446148697162632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=2317446148697162632&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/2317446148697162632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/2317446148697162632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/07/existe-um-unico-antidoto-para-falta-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-078kaGRTydA/TisNipyXcdI/AAAAAAAAAiY/MZZ8LEEyfsY/s72-c/3999469754_a56f8488f0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-5556577082318828371</id><published>2011-07-22T16:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T16:57:18.849-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernanda Mello'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JSzFgvL1Ios/TinVO6ltg1I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/8reavPSDYGE/s1600/se.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JSzFgvL1Ios/TinVO6ltg1I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/8reavPSDYGE/s320/se.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632267261225829202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;' Certas coisas não se explicam. Não existem palavras que as descrevam ou soluções que as resolva. Sentimentos, gestos, sonhos e sorrisos. A alma entende e a boca cala. '&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/6768058357800942295-5556577082318828371?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/5556577082318828371/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=5556577082318828371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/5556577082318828371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/5556577082318828371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/07/certas-coisas-nao-se-explicam.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JSzFgvL1Ios/TinVO6ltg1I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/8reavPSDYGE/s72-c/se.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-2876343475274100473</id><published>2011-07-19T15:25:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T15:32:44.497-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Markus Zusak'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O9kMt8TCmR8/TiXNxKtKWtI/AAAAAAAAAiI/aSfzFfNn10w/s1600/meninaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O9kMt8TCmR8/TiXNxKtKWtI/AAAAAAAAAiI/aSfzFfNn10w/s320/meninaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631133153667734226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;' Eu poderia me apresentar apropriadamente, mas, na verdade, isso não é necessário. Você me conhecerá o suficiente e bem depressa, dependendo de uma gama diversificada de variáveis. Basta dizer que, em algum ponto do tempo, eu me erguerei sobre você, com toda a cordialidade possível. Sua alma estará em meus braços. Haverá uma cor pousada em meu ombro. E levarei você embora gentilmente. '  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A menina que roubava livros&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/6768058357800942295-2876343475274100473?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/2876343475274100473/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=2876343475274100473&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/2876343475274100473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/2876343475274100473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-poderia-me-apresentar.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O9kMt8TCmR8/TiXNxKtKWtI/AAAAAAAAAiI/aSfzFfNn10w/s72-c/meninaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-1851172479710618376</id><published>2011-07-18T22:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T22:26:13.663-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tati Bernardi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fCH5bZJGzM8/TiTdLK4iewI/AAAAAAAAAiA/bBcFhR91B0E/s1600/clau%2Bassi.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fCH5bZJGzM8/TiTdLK4iewI/AAAAAAAAAiA/bBcFhR91B0E/s320/clau%2Bassi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630868618089757442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;' A coisa que mais me deixa com medo são aqueles raros momentos em que não sinto medo de nada. '&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/6768058357800942295-1851172479710618376?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/1851172479710618376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=1851172479710618376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/1851172479710618376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/1851172479710618376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/07/coisa-que-mais-me-deixa-com-medo-sao.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fCH5bZJGzM8/TiTdLK4iewI/AAAAAAAAAiA/bBcFhR91B0E/s72-c/clau%2Bassi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-2550963897760245753</id><published>2011-07-18T00:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T00:17:43.599-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caio F. Abreu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jwqjZkieJIU/TiOl0i6hwJI/AAAAAAAAAh4/xFLbSPetEjE/s1600/tumblr_lh707r3pDU1qg601xo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jwqjZkieJIU/TiOl0i6hwJI/AAAAAAAAAh4/xFLbSPetEjE/s320/tumblr_lh707r3pDU1qg601xo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630526281287319698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Acho que não precisava ser assim. É tudo tão forte, tão profundo, tão bonito, não precisava doer como dói. Eu não podia apenas sorrir quando me lembrasse de você? Mas acontece tipo assim: lembro do seu rosto, do seu abraço, do seu cheiro, do seu olhar, do seu beijo e começo a sorrir, é assim mesmo, automático, como se tivesse uma parte do meu cérebro que me fizesse por um instante a pessoa mais feliz do mundo, mas que só você, de algum modo, fosse capaz de ativar. Eu sei, é lindo. Mas logo em seguida, quando penso em quão longe você está sinto-me despedaçar por inteiro. Sabe a sensação de arrancar um doce de uma criança? Pois é, sou essa criança. E dói. Uma dor cujo único remédio é a sua presença. Então sigo assim, penso em você, sorrio, sofro e rezo, peço pra Deus cuidar da gente, amenizar essa dor e trazer logo a minha cura.”&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/6768058357800942295-2550963897760245753?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/2550963897760245753/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=2550963897760245753&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/2550963897760245753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/2550963897760245753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/07/acho-que-nao-precisava-ser-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jwqjZkieJIU/TiOl0i6hwJI/AAAAAAAAAh4/xFLbSPetEjE/s72-c/tumblr_lh707r3pDU1qg601xo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-7041552326981136553</id><published>2011-06-16T20:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T21:03:15.031-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Renata Fagundes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jmiYc_Odvic/TYV_5r59OgI/AAAAAAAAAwg/Ew6LWJR9UuE/s320/tumblr_lgbnd0ETtZ1qdghj2o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jmiYc_Odvic/TYV_5r59OgI/AAAAAAAAAwg/Ew6LWJR9UuE/s320/tumblr_lgbnd0ETtZ1qdghj2o1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://meme.zenfs.com/u/6fa82505af26f7ebd0fc63537d02f275c9f93910.jpeg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Aprendi que meninas boazinhas colecionavam elogios e presentes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; Eu colecionava bolinhas de gude e cicatrizes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; Hoje, enquanto algumas esperam viver um conto de fadas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; Eu já beijei príncipe que virou sapo, construí castelos para morar  sozinha,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; despedi a fada madrinha, escolhi viver com o "lobo",&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; ouvi várias histórias mas resolvi escrever a minha.&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/6768058357800942295-7041552326981136553?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/7041552326981136553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=7041552326981136553&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/7041552326981136553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/7041552326981136553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/06/aprendi-que-meninas-boazinhas.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jmiYc_Odvic/TYV_5r59OgI/AAAAAAAAAwg/Ew6LWJR9UuE/s72-c/tumblr_lgbnd0ETtZ1qdghj2o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-860553949919830156</id><published>2011-06-03T18:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T18:49:53.770-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tati Bernardi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vdBgw3uKp3A/THkyramuhzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/qbYyeIRgtd0/s320/to.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vdBgw3uKp3A/THkyramuhzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/qbYyeIRgtd0/s320/to.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Noel, cara, eu cansei. Só quero que seja natural, simples, fácil e bom.  Não quero falar o que meus amigos me mandam falar porque se eu falar o  que eu tenho vontade de falar poucos vão ficar. Eu não quero poucos. Eu  não quero muitos. Eu quero um. Um amor. Só um.&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/6768058357800942295-860553949919830156?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/860553949919830156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=860553949919830156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/860553949919830156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/860553949919830156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/06/noel-cara-eu-cansei.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vdBgw3uKp3A/THkyramuhzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/qbYyeIRgtd0/s72-c/to.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-2416083991661660134</id><published>2011-05-25T20:20:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T20:24:04.975-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernanda Gaona'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIhWyXpB4BQ/Td2PPl4UWXI/AAAAAAAAAhs/qYR1O5lu5S4/s1600/5e0951bac1d7b6e1d03a3ce7d2c84b6cd5d8c984.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIhWyXpB4BQ/Td2PPl4UWXI/AAAAAAAAAhs/qYR1O5lu5S4/s320/5e0951bac1d7b6e1d03a3ce7d2c84b6cd5d8c984.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610798208802642290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"E o meu exercício diário continua sendo decifrar as questões que a vida  me dá. É quase um malabarismo, onde manter a lucidez é imprescindível.   Então vasculho todos os espaços existentes em mim, E percebo que não  preciso ter todas as respostas, basta não me fazer de desentendida e  aceitar todas as perguntas.  O maior erro do ser humano não é o vacilo  que muitas vezes comete, mas se submeter a cegueira para obter somente a  resposta que lhe interessa!"&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/6768058357800942295-2416083991661660134?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/2416083991661660134/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=2416083991661660134&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/2416083991661660134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/2416083991661660134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/05/e-o-meu-exercicio-diario-continua-sendo.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIhWyXpB4BQ/Td2PPl4UWXI/AAAAAAAAAhs/qYR1O5lu5S4/s72-c/5e0951bac1d7b6e1d03a3ce7d2c84b6cd5d8c984.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-3827005303950867274</id><published>2011-05-16T21:08:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T21:12:12.209-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caio F. Abreu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gVJ8k1xDQm0/TdG9WK-Im0I/AAAAAAAAAhk/TfDQ0EUMqQI/s1600/tumblr_lfksrxiO321qg27smo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gVJ8k1xDQm0/TdG9WK-Im0I/AAAAAAAAAhk/TfDQ0EUMqQI/s320/tumblr_lfksrxiO321qg27smo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607471199652715330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;' O que tem de ser, tem muita força. Ninguém precisa se assustar com a  distância, os afastamentos que acontecem. Tudo volta! E voltam mais  bonitas, mais maduras, voltam quando tem de voltar, voltam quando é pra  ser. Acontece que entre o ainda-não-é-hora e nossa-hora-chegou, muita  gente se perde. Não se perca, viu? '&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/6768058357800942295-3827005303950867274?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/3827005303950867274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=3827005303950867274&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3827005303950867274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3827005303950867274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-que-tem-de-ser-tem-muita-forca.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gVJ8k1xDQm0/TdG9WK-Im0I/AAAAAAAAAhk/TfDQ0EUMqQI/s72-c/tumblr_lfksrxiO321qg27smo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-1833083610879809632</id><published>2011-05-05T20:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T20:57:06.318-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernanda Mello'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxizljiL4_8/TcM5TAKqtfI/AAAAAAAAAhU/OpkMsHNZ0Ak/s1600/tumblr_lgioq2ZxY01qde98lo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxizljiL4_8/TcM5TAKqtfI/AAAAAAAAAhU/OpkMsHNZ0Ak/s320/tumblr_lgioq2ZxY01qde98lo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603385360004068850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;' A vida te dá uma rasteira. Você cai, tropeça, o sonho borra a maquiagem, o coração se espalha. Voce sente dor, perde o rumo, perde o senso e promete: Paixão nunca mais. Você sente que nunca irá amar alguém de novo, que amor é conversa de botequim, ilusão de sentido, que só funciona direito pra fazer música, poesia e roteiro de cinema. E voce inventa. Um amor pra distrair. Um amor pra ins-pirar, um amor pra trans-pirar. Uma paixão aqui, um quase-amor ali. Ainda bem que existem os amigos, para amar, abraçar, sorrir, cantar, escrever em recibos e tirar fotos bonitas. E a vida segue. Sua imaginação te preenche, e seus amigos te dão colo, Vodka e dias incriveis!!! '&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/6768058357800942295-1833083610879809632?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/1833083610879809632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=1833083610879809632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/1833083610879809632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/1833083610879809632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/05/vida-te-da-uma-rasteira.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxizljiL4_8/TcM5TAKqtfI/AAAAAAAAAhU/OpkMsHNZ0Ak/s72-c/tumblr_lgioq2ZxY01qde98lo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-4009502433248844964</id><published>2011-03-31T19:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T19:10:20.944-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tati Bernardi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1e4SFQ8f_Qk/TZT7yCy-wAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/SYS4I20CU94/s1600/tumblr_l5638e12kV1qbi1gro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1e4SFQ8f_Qk/TZT7yCy-wAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/SYS4I20CU94/s320/tumblr_l5638e12kV1qbi1gro1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590369874636357634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;' Você, que já foi tudo e mais um pouco, é agora um quase. Eu quase  consigo te tratar como nada. Mas aí quase desisto de tudo, quase ignoro  tudo, quase consigo, sem nenhuma ansiedade, terminar o dia tendo a  certeza de que é só mais um dia com um restinho de quase e que um  restinho de quase, uma hora, se Deus quiser, vira nada. Mas não vira  nada nunca. Eu quase consegui te amar exatamente como você era, quase. E  é justamente por eu nunca ter sido inteira pra você que meu fim de amor  também não consegue ser inteiro. Eu quase não te amo mais, eu quase não  te odeio, eu quase não morro com a sua presença. O problema é que todo o  resto de mim que sobra, tirando o que quase sou, não sei quem é. '&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/6768058357800942295-4009502433248844964?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/4009502433248844964/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=4009502433248844964&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/4009502433248844964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/4009502433248844964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/03/voce-que-ja-foi-tudo-e-mais-um-pouco-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1e4SFQ8f_Qk/TZT7yCy-wAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/SYS4I20CU94/s72-c/tumblr_l5638e12kV1qbi1gro1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-3648084513223183270</id><published>2011-03-12T19:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T19:33:41.696-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caio F. Abreu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1v9Svl9LSkk/TXv0g2sol1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/fZPDuITB5CY/s1600/98125895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1v9Svl9LSkk/TXv0g2sol1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/fZPDuITB5CY/s320/98125895.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583325008331577170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;' Mas você não vê. Não vê, não enxerga, não sente. Não sente porque não me faz sentir, não enxerga porque não quer. A mulher louca que sempre fui por você, e que mesmo tão cheia de defeitos sempre foi sua. Sempre fui só sua. Sempre quis ser só sua. Sempre te quis só meu. E você, cego de orgulho bobo, surdo de estupidez, nunca notou. Nunca notou que mulheres como eu não são fáceis de se ter; são como flores difíceis de cultivar. Flores que você precisa sempre cuidar, mas que homens que gostam de praticidade não conseguem. Homens que gostam das coisas simples. Eu não sou simples, nunca fui. Mas sempre quis ser sua. Você, meu homem, é que não soube cuidar. E nessa de cuidar, vou cuidar de mim. De mim, do meu coração e dessa minha mania de amar demais, de querer demais, de esperar demais. Dessa minha mania tão boba de amar errado. Seja feliz. '&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/6768058357800942295-3648084513223183270?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/3648084513223183270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=3648084513223183270&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3648084513223183270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3648084513223183270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/03/mas-voce-nao-ve.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1v9Svl9LSkk/TXv0g2sol1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/fZPDuITB5CY/s72-c/98125895.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-7795517726600923611</id><published>2011-03-11T00:59:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T01:03:05.817-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marilyn Monroe'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xxz8436cOhs/TXme3fIZL_I/AAAAAAAAAg8/7FHARPxOQY8/s1600/111.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xxz8436cOhs/TXme3fIZL_I/AAAAAAAAAg8/7FHARPxOQY8/s320/111.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582667889189138418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;' Sou egoísta, impaciente e um pouco insegura. Cometo erros, sou um pouco fora do controle e às vezes difícil de lidar, mas se você não sabe lidar com o meu pior, então com certeza, você não merece o meu melhor! '&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/6768058357800942295-7795517726600923611?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/7795517726600923611/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=7795517726600923611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/7795517726600923611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/7795517726600923611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/03/sou-egoista-impaciente-e-um-pouco.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xxz8436cOhs/TXme3fIZL_I/AAAAAAAAAg8/7FHARPxOQY8/s72-c/111.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-875807986767230430</id><published>2011-03-07T14:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T14:25:24.440-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernanda Mello'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jn6gMHpfX_o/TXUU_qR3raI/AAAAAAAAAgs/CBdTvb62FNU/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jn6gMHpfX_o/TXUU_qR3raI/AAAAAAAAAgs/CBdTvb62FNU/s320/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581390397109153186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;' Eu briguei com meu coração. Disse que jogasse o amor antigo fora. Ele deu nó. Coração não entende ordens. De um lado a razão exigindo. De outro o coração tentando. A verdade é que nem tudo sai como o planejado. Mas a gente tenta. Um amigo meu me disse que fica surpreso como eu racionalizo os sentimentos. Eu perguntei se falava de mim. Acho que sofro calada. Calada. Maquiada. E de salto alto. Mas manter a pose cansa. Cansa ser racional. Cansa enganar o coração. Cansa ser forte. A verdade é que hoje eu vi um livro que você me deu e chorei calada. Porque é feio chorar por amor perdido. Mas… quer saber? Estou com sinusite. E não estou nem aí para escrever bonito. Quero respirar de novo e amar alguém como um dia eu te amei. Alguém aí acredita em segundo amor? '&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/6768058357800942295-875807986767230430?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/875807986767230430/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=875807986767230430&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/875807986767230430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/875807986767230430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-briguei-com-meu-coracao.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jn6gMHpfX_o/TXUU_qR3raI/AAAAAAAAAgs/CBdTvb62FNU/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-862283382404910716</id><published>2011-03-05T16:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T16:07:33.403-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tati Bernardi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_-h3uu1hhxA/TXKJ0pzExjI/AAAAAAAAAgk/WveqMLZCJkM/s1600/Caio-Fernando-Abreu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_-h3uu1hhxA/TXKJ0pzExjI/AAAAAAAAAgk/WveqMLZCJkM/s320/Caio-Fernando-Abreu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580674425931744818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;' Minha maior tristeza é que todo novo amor que eu arrumo vem sempre com algum velho amor tão longo e bonito. E eu sofro porque com pouco tempo não consigo ser melhor que o muito tempo. E de sofrer assim e enlouquecer assim, nunca dou tempo de ser muito para esses amores porque estrago antes. '&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/6768058357800942295-862283382404910716?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/862283382404910716/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=862283382404910716&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/862283382404910716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/862283382404910716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/03/minha-maior-tristeza-e-que-todo-novo.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_-h3uu1hhxA/TXKJ0pzExjI/AAAAAAAAAgk/WveqMLZCJkM/s72-c/Caio-Fernando-Abreu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-3710743648042133991</id><published>2011-02-22T18:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T18:50:43.054-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martha Medeiros'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eV62v58N_zA/TWQvd2z8dqI/AAAAAAAAAgc/734g63pkk4g/s1600/18909075_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eV62v58N_zA/TWQvd2z8dqI/AAAAAAAAAgc/734g63pkk4g/s320/18909075_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576634428567615138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Faço menos planos e cultivo menos recordações. Não guardo muitos  papéis, nem adianto muito o serviço. Movimento-me num espaço cujo  tamanho me serve, alcanço seus limites com as mãos, é nele que me  instalo e vivo com a integridade possível. Canso menos, me divirto  mais!"&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/6768058357800942295-3710743648042133991?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/3710743648042133991/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=3710743648042133991&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3710743648042133991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3710743648042133991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/02/faco-menos-planos-e-cultivo-menos.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eV62v58N_zA/TWQvd2z8dqI/AAAAAAAAAgc/734g63pkk4g/s72-c/18909075_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-3709822428959945346</id><published>2011-02-06T22:56:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T22:58:52.850-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tati Bernardi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TU9DqqNNcnI/AAAAAAAAAgU/srMgc_NrmRM/s1600/ooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TU9DqqNNcnI/AAAAAAAAAgU/srMgc_NrmRM/s320/ooo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570745664243855986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;' Eu estou tão cansada de assustar as pessoas. E de ser o máximo por tão pouco tempo. E de entregar tanta alma de bandeja pra tanta gente que não quer ou não sabe querer. Mas hoje eu não odeio nenhuma dessas pessoas. E hoje eu não me odeio. Hoje eu só fecho os olhos e lembro de você me pedindo sem graça para eu não deixar ninguém ocupar o lugar da minha canga. Tudo o que eu mais queria, por trás de todos esses meus textos tão modernos, sarcásticos e malandros, era de alguém que me pedisse para guardar o lugar. Tá guardado. O da canga e de todo o resto. '&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/6768058357800942295-3709822428959945346?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/3709822428959945346/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=3709822428959945346&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3709822428959945346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3709822428959945346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-estou-tao-cansada-de-assustar-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TU9DqqNNcnI/AAAAAAAAAgU/srMgc_NrmRM/s72-c/ooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-3387802249260884936</id><published>2011-02-04T00:28:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T00:30:29.519-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caio F. Abreu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TUtkm_bxHaI/AAAAAAAAAgM/CAcKjbSM_-k/s1600/lonely_red_shoes_from_wolves_at_night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TUtkm_bxHaI/AAAAAAAAAgM/CAcKjbSM_-k/s320/lonely_red_shoes_from_wolves_at_night.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569655985199455650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;' Ele pode estar olhando tuas fotos neste exato momento. Por que não? Passou-se muito tempo, detalhes se perderam. E daí? Pode ser que ele faça as mesmas coisas que você faz escondida, sem deixar rastro nem pistas. Talvez, ele passa a mão na barba mal feita e sinta saudade do quanto você gostava disso. Ou percorra trajetos que eram teus, na tentativa de não deixar que você se disperse das lembranças. As boas. Por escolha ou fatalidade, pouco importa, ele pode pensar em você. Todos os dias. E, ainda assim, preferir o silêncio. Ele pode reler teus bilhetes, procurar o teu cheiro em outros cheiros. Ele pode ouvir as tuas músicas, procurar a tua voz em outras vozes. Quem nos faz falta, acerta o coração como um vento súbito que entra pela janela aberta. Não há escape. Talvez, ele perceba que você faz falta e diferença, de alguma forma, numa noite fria. Você não sabe. Ele pode ser o cara com quem passará aquele tão sonhado verão em Paris. Talvez, ele volte. Ou não '&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/6768058357800942295-3387802249260884936?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/3387802249260884936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=3387802249260884936&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3387802249260884936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3387802249260884936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/02/ele-pode-estar-olhando-tuas-fotos-neste.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TUtkm_bxHaI/AAAAAAAAAgM/CAcKjbSM_-k/s72-c/lonely_red_shoes_from_wolves_at_night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-7161462525210986567</id><published>2011-02-02T12:43:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T12:48:13.728-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alice Ruiz'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TUluXX7i11I/AAAAAAAAAgE/dhKRLB6w8gw/s1600/The_Midwest_Sunrise_by_SamiAnnRose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TUluXX7i11I/AAAAAAAAAgE/dhKRLB6w8gw/s320/The_Midwest_Sunrise_by_SamiAnnRose.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569103762060138322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;' Que o breve&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;seja de um longo pensar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que o longo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;seja de um curto sentir&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que tudo seja leve&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;de tal forma&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;que o tempo nunca leve. '&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/6768058357800942295-7161462525210986567?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/7161462525210986567/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=7161462525210986567&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/7161462525210986567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/7161462525210986567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/02/que-o-breve-seja-de-um-longo-pensar-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TUluXX7i11I/AAAAAAAAAgE/dhKRLB6w8gw/s72-c/The_Midwest_Sunrise_by_SamiAnnRose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-4948949853365881785</id><published>2011-01-31T20:40:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T20:44:14.718-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ana Jácomo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TUc7KVxpLMI/AAAAAAAAAf4/9SURbFELuQ8/s1600/paramor_iii_by_tryhonestyy-d37opkg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TUc7KVxpLMI/AAAAAAAAAf4/9SURbFELuQ8/s320/paramor_iii_by_tryhonestyy-d37opkg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568484513097002178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;' Tem dor que vira companhia. Olhando de perto, faz tempo que deixou de doer, só tem fama, mas a gente não solta. Quem sabe, pelo receio de não saber o que fazer com o espaço, às vezes grande, que ficará desocupado se ela sair de cena. Vazio é também terreno fértil para novos florescimentos, mas costuma causar um medo inacreditável.Quando, finalmente, criou coragem e deixou de dar casa, comida e roupa lavada para a tal dor, ela desapareceu. ' &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/6768058357800942295-4948949853365881785?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/4948949853365881785/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=4948949853365881785&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/4948949853365881785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/4948949853365881785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/01/tem-dor-que-vira-companhia.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TUc7KVxpLMI/AAAAAAAAAf4/9SURbFELuQ8/s72-c/paramor_iii_by_tryhonestyy-d37opkg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-2820125986878747280</id><published>2011-01-30T22:47:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T22:50:17.882-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernanda Mello'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TUYHPFUKblI/AAAAAAAAAfw/v98hLZgdEB4/s1600/91a965e2a9d23e7355feb46f76dccaa2-d37vlhv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TUYHPFUKblI/AAAAAAAAAfw/v98hLZgdEB4/s320/91a965e2a9d23e7355feb46f76dccaa2-d37vlhv.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568145944996376146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;' Eu não quero promessas. Promessas criam expectativas e expectativas borram maquiagens e comprimem estômagos. Não, não e não. Eu não quero dor. Eu não quero olhar no espelho e ver você escorrer, manchando minha cara bonita. '&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/6768058357800942295-2820125986878747280?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/2820125986878747280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=2820125986878747280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/2820125986878747280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/2820125986878747280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-nao-quero-promessas.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TUYHPFUKblI/AAAAAAAAAfw/v98hLZgdEB4/s72-c/91a965e2a9d23e7355feb46f76dccaa2-d37vlhv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-6150100248579977160</id><published>2011-01-28T23:51:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T01:01:58.325-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martha Medeiros'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TUNzEBY1n1I/AAAAAAAAAfo/nziyeTRZcGc/s1600/smoke_by_giulietta_oliveira-d37paf0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TUNzEBY1n1I/AAAAAAAAAfo/nziyeTRZcGc/s320/smoke_by_giulietta_oliveira-d37paf0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567420077289348946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;' Não gosto que me peçam para ser boa, não me peçam nada, mesmo aquilo que eu posso dar. As relações de dependência me assustam. Não precisem de mim com hora marcada e por um motivo concreto, precisem de mim a todo instante, a qualquer hora, sei ouvir o chamado silencioso da amizade verdadeira, do amor que não cobra, estarei lá sem que me vejam, sem que me percebam, sem que me avaliem. '&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/6768058357800942295-6150100248579977160?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/6150100248579977160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=6150100248579977160&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/6150100248579977160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/6150100248579977160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/01/nao-gosto-que-me-pecam-para-ser-boa-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TUNzEBY1n1I/AAAAAAAAAfo/nziyeTRZcGc/s72-c/smoke_by_giulietta_oliveira-d37paf0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-5585220220909936761</id><published>2011-01-27T21:50:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T21:51:50.106-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernanda Young'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TUIFDK8oY9I/AAAAAAAAAfg/UWZBvCkK5Ls/s1600/sunrise_by_basistka-d385bzu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TUIFDK8oY9I/AAAAAAAAAfg/UWZBvCkK5Ls/s320/sunrise_by_basistka-d385bzu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567017641419760594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;' Sou cheia de manias. Tenho carências insolúveis. Sou teimosa. Hipocondríaca. Raivosa, quando sinto-me atacada. Não como cebola. Só ando no banco da frente dos carros. Mas não imponho a minha pessoa a ninguém. Não imploro afeto. Não sou indiscreta nas minhas relações. Tenho poucos amigos, porque acho mais inteligente ser seletivo a respeito daqueles que você escolhe para contar os seus segredos. Então, se sou chata, não incomodo ninguém que não queira ser incomodado. Chateio só aqueles que não me acham uma chata, por isso me querem ao seu lado. Acho sim, que, às vezes, dou trabalho. Mas é como ter um Rolls Royce: se você não quiser ter que pagar o preço da manutenção, mude para um Passat. '&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/6768058357800942295-5585220220909936761?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/5585220220909936761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=5585220220909936761&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/5585220220909936761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/5585220220909936761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/01/sou-cheia-de-manias.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TUIFDK8oY9I/AAAAAAAAAfg/UWZBvCkK5Ls/s72-c/sunrise_by_basistka-d385bzu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-2055352934324556214</id><published>2011-01-26T11:42:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T11:47:09.125-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEM ÍNTIMO'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TUAlob4SDuI/AAAAAAAAAfY/vsatmXklg5M/s1600/Mente_coracao_by_PauloBorges.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TUAlob4SDuI/AAAAAAAAAfY/vsatmXklg5M/s320/Mente_coracao_by_PauloBorges.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566490516038749922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Destinatário: Coração!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Olá, tudo bem? Há muito tempo que a gente não se entende, teve uma época em que pensei que tivéssemos entrado em um acordo, mas venho analisando como tem sido a sua vida ultimamente e percebi que tudo foi um mero engano da minha parte, a gente nunca se entendeu. Não sei o que se passa ai com você, mas juro que gostaria de entender, juro que queria poder te ajudar. Eu sei que você age por impulso, que você se entrega facilmente, e que geralmente acredita em sorrisos tortos e promessas fáceis. Sei também que ai dentro de você transborda sentimentos, e a grande maioria é de sentimentos bons, sentimentos frágeis. Isso é bonito, é gostoso, mas você tem que saber dosar. Tem que saber a hora certa de se abrir, e se compensa dar a cara a tapa, se vale a pena se entregar e esquecer que se algo acontecer você será  o primeiro a sair machucado dessa história. Eu sei que não é fácil ainda mais pra você, que acha tudo lindo e que acredita que as pessoas são sempre verdadeiras. Mas eu quero lhe propor uma parceria. Que tal nos juntarmos, para que daqui pra frente tudo seja diferente? Para que eu possa te ajudar a se controlar um pouco mais, para que tudo possa ficar mais fácil e mais divertido, com menos sofrimento e mais contentamento? Não é difícil, te garanto que não. E você vai ver que no final tudo se acerta! Topa?! Estou ansiosa esperando uma resposta sua. Se cuida e pense com carinho. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Remetente: Razão!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768058357800942295-2055352934324556214?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/2055352934324556214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=2055352934324556214&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/2055352934324556214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/2055352934324556214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/01/destinatario-coracao-ola-tudo-bem-ha.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TUAlob4SDuI/AAAAAAAAAfY/vsatmXklg5M/s72-c/Mente_coracao_by_PauloBorges.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-4392054957174797935</id><published>2011-01-25T21:06:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T21:15:53.294-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caio F. Abreu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TT9YjNLIa2I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/prfR6K_e1-A/s1600/amor_by_robarTuSonrisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TT9YjNLIa2I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/prfR6K_e1-A/s320/amor_by_robarTuSonrisa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566265026308238178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;' &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Lá está ela, mais uma vez. Não sei, não vou saber, não dá pra entender como ela não se cansa disso. Sabe que tudo acontece como um jogo, se é de azar ou de sorte, não dá pra prever. Ou melhor, até se pode prever, mas ela dispensa. Acredito que essa moça, no fundo, gosta dessas coisas. De se apaixonar, de se jogar num rio onde ela não sabe se consegue nadar. Ela não desiste e leva bóias. E se ela se afogar, se recupera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Estranho é que ela já apanhou demais da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;. Essa moça tem relacionamentos estranhos, acho que ela está condicionada a ser uma pessoa substituta. E quem não é? A gente sempre acha que é especial na vida de alguém, mas o que te garante que você não está somente servindo pra tapar buracos, servindo de curativo pras feridas antigas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;A moça.. ela muito amou, ama, amará, e muito se machuca também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Porque amar também é isso, não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;." Dar o seu melhor pra curar outra pessoa de todos os golpes, até que ela fique bem e te deixe pra trás, fraco e sangrando. Daí você espera por alguém que venha te curar. As vezes esse alguém aparece, outras vezes, não. E pra ela? Por quem ela espera? E assim, aos poucos, ela se esquece dos socos, pontapés, golpes baixos que a vida lhe deu, lhe dará. A moça - que não era Capitu, mas também tem olhos de ressaca - levanta e segue em frente. Não por ser forte, e sim pelo contrário... por saber que é fraca o bastante para não conseguir ter ódio no seu coração, na sua alma, na sua essência. E ama, sabendo que vai chorar muitas vezes ainda. Afinal, foi chorando que ela, você e todos os outros, vieram ao mundo. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768058357800942295-4392054957174797935?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/4392054957174797935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=4392054957174797935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/4392054957174797935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/4392054957174797935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/01/la-esta-ela-mais-uma-vez.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TT9YjNLIa2I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/prfR6K_e1-A/s72-c/amor_by_robarTuSonrisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-3948672862553072000</id><published>2011-01-24T19:42:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T19:47:11.505-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deborah Strougo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TT3y4JoU64I/AAAAAAAAAfI/EydsQGsmThI/s1600/lady_esonga_by_krystofferyap-d37ny8d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TT3y4JoU64I/AAAAAAAAAfI/EydsQGsmThI/s320/lady_esonga_by_krystofferyap-d37ny8d.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565871760971459458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sou um pouco dos meus amigos,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;um pouco da minha casa,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sou parte do que me faz feliz,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;uma parcela de sonhos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sou de tudo um pouco, um pouco de tudo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sou parcialmente um ser bizarro,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;logo, sou um ser humano.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sou uma saudade ambulante de um passado,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;e uma expectativa insistente de um futuro melhor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sou o ódio e a simpatia,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;o sorriso e a cara amarrada.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sou os erros que cometi,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;e os passos certos que dei.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Simplificadamente; sou uma vida que já viveu,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;e ao mesmo, tempo uma vida que ainda está para viver.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/6768058357800942295-3948672862553072000?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/3948672862553072000/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=3948672862553072000&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3948672862553072000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3948672862553072000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/01/sou-um-pouco-dos-meus-amigos-um-pouco.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TT3y4JoU64I/AAAAAAAAAfI/EydsQGsmThI/s72-c/lady_esonga_by_krystofferyap-d37ny8d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-3636506434696546885</id><published>2011-01-23T17:08:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T17:12:06.099-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tati Bernardi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TTx9fRV9u7I/AAAAAAAAAfA/j429v198ma4/s1600/smell_of_you_by_solarie-d37pfuc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TTx9fRV9u7I/AAAAAAAAAfA/j429v198ma4/s320/smell_of_you_by_solarie-d37pfuc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565461215708036018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;' Um dia, quando eu era; bem pequenininho mesmo, trepei em uma árvore e comi uma daquelas maçãs verdes, ácidas. Minha barriga inchou e ficou dura feito um tambor. Doeu à beça. Minha mãe disse que, se eu tivesse esperado as maçãs amadurecerem, não teria ficado doente. Agora, quando quero alguma coisa de verdade tento lembrar do que ela disse sobre as maçãs. '&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/6768058357800942295-3636506434696546885?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/3636506434696546885/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=3636506434696546885&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3636506434696546885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3636506434696546885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/01/um-dia-quando-eu-era-bem-pequenininho.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TTx9fRV9u7I/AAAAAAAAAfA/j429v198ma4/s72-c/smell_of_you_by_solarie-d37pfuc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-4437995426888555468</id><published>2011-01-21T21:16:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T21:38:10.261-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cah Morandi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TToY1OzWnSI/AAAAAAAAAeo/_7vTGfmPNsM/s1600/best_friends_by_dudkina-d37ohtk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TToY1OzWnSI/AAAAAAAAAeo/_7vTGfmPNsM/s320/best_friends_by_dudkina-d37ohtk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564787592355290402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;' Me enchi de uma coragem que até então eu desconhecia, a suportei, não tremi, não gelei, nada, absolutamente nada, nem minha voz, nem ela que é tão delicada e doce como se ainda fosse uma criança, desafinou ou tropeçou:&lt;br /&gt;- Amor, tu me ama?&lt;br /&gt;Ele demorou, talvez mais do que eu pudesse ter suportado, era tempo de eu ter vivido e renascido centenas de vezes. Então por um momento, algo gelou, algo deu de voar para longe, e esse algo era uma espécie de esperança e medo, ainda não respondidos:&lt;br /&gt;- Te amo, mas enfim que já é tão tarde...&lt;br /&gt;Depois eu fui desmoronando, até entender que o amor era algo diferente de mim. Que o amor não tem a mesma urgência, a mesma crença e gana que eu tenho de me sentir viva, ou de apenas sentir. '&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/6768058357800942295-4437995426888555468?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/4437995426888555468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=4437995426888555468&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/4437995426888555468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/4437995426888555468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/01/me-enchi-de-uma-coragem-que-ate-entao.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TToY1OzWnSI/AAAAAAAAAeo/_7vTGfmPNsM/s72-c/best_friends_by_dudkina-d37ohtk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-6061681978674854209</id><published>2011-01-19T20:44:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T20:53:42.964-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marilyn Monroe'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TTdrbBEOUCI/AAAAAAAAAeg/xPHC9Due2b4/s1600/tumblr_l44ckdtu6u1qz4d4bo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TTdrbBEOUCI/AAAAAAAAAeg/xPHC9Due2b4/s320/tumblr_l44ckdtu6u1qz4d4bo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564033976526327842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;' Eu acredito que tudo acontece por um motivo. As pessoas mudam para que você possa aprender a deixá-las, as coisas dão errado para que você possa dar valor a elas quando estiverem certas, você acredita em mentiras e eventualmente aprende a confiar em ninguém exceto você mesmo e as vezes coisas boas dão errado para que coisas melhores possam dar certo '&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/6768058357800942295-6061681978674854209?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/6061681978674854209/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=6061681978674854209&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/6061681978674854209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/6061681978674854209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-acredito-que-tudo-acontece-por-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TTdrbBEOUCI/AAAAAAAAAeg/xPHC9Due2b4/s72-c/tumblr_l44ckdtu6u1qz4d4bo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-1821918789137430781</id><published>2011-01-18T15:40:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T16:10:57.119-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TTXWLwtUxzI/AAAAAAAAAeY/U2x10NMaWBE/s1600/selo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TTXWLwtUxzI/AAAAAAAAAeY/U2x10NMaWBE/s320/selo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563588412228028210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TTXWLdPCN5I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/fRUrCRhCivc/s1600/selo1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TTXWLdPCN5I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/fRUrCRhCivc/s320/selo1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563588407000709010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gente ganhei dois selinhos lindos da Thaise Moraes do blog &lt;a href="http://thaisemoraes.blogspot.com/"&gt;A moreninha&lt;/a&gt;. Obrigada bem!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Preciso seguir três passos. Presentear outros blogs da minha preferência, avisar aos blogueiros e responder a um questionário.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nome: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Bárbara Fróis Borges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;Uma música: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Detalhes - Roberto Carlos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Humor: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Extrovertida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cor: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Roxo e lilás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estação: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Gosto dos extremos - verão e inverno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como prefere viajar: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ouvindo música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um seriado: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;CSI (todos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frase ou palavra mais dita por você: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E ae? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que achou do selo: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ADOREI! É sempre bom receber esses presentinhos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qual seu objeto mais pessoal: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Meu notebook, aqui tem tudo e mais um pouco. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que tipo de música você prefere: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Depende do momento! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tem alguma música em especial: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Várias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosta de ver fotos: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;É sempre uma boa recordação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qual foi o último filme que viu no cinema: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você é convencido: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quais os problemas socias que te preocupam mais: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;O consumo do crack e a educação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que acha mais romântico: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Atitudes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que você acha do homossexualismo: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Respeito a escolha de cada um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você é capaz de morrer por alguém: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Pelos meus pais e irmão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você acredita em horóscopo? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Acredito e adoro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você é organizada: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Nem sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Medo de andar de avião: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosta de praia, de sol: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Adogoo! HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usa óculos: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Uso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que faz aos sábados pela manhã: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Durmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vê muita TV: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sim, principalmente novelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tem algum fetiche: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Vários&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que mudaria no mundo: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Os políticos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você é vaidosa: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Nem sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosta dos seus vizinhos: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Os que eu conheço sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Divide quarto com alguém: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Em casa não, mas na república com 2 amigas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tem boa memória: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Só quando quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vê desenho animado: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sempre que posso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tem jeito pra escolher presente: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Geralmente acerto em cheio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sais a noite? Onde costuma ir: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sim, barzinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qual a última vez que chorou: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Semana retrasada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você fala o que vem na cabeça: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Quando tenho a intenção que machucar sim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://galdes.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://galdes.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://doce-meio-amargo.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://doce-meio-amargo.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://melnyth.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://melnyth.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://b-glad.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://b-glad.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://vidaloucavidaaa.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://vidaloucavidaaa.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/6768058357800942295-1821918789137430781?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/1821918789137430781/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=1821918789137430781&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/1821918789137430781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/1821918789137430781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/01/gente-ganhei-dois-selinhos-lindos-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TTXWLwtUxzI/AAAAAAAAAeY/U2x10NMaWBE/s72-c/selo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-6778240420337625382</id><published>2011-01-13T23:18:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T23:39:08.155-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caio F. Abreu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TS-pMdqkbaI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Uxm24Dw-gNM/s1600/jnj.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TS-pMdqkbaI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Uxm24Dw-gNM/s320/jnj.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561850096412552610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;' Nenhuma luta haverá jamais de me embrutecer, nenhum cotidiano será tão pesado a ponto de me esmagar, nenhuma carga me fará baixar a cabeça. Quero ser diferente, eu sou, e se não for, me farei. ' &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/6768058357800942295-6778240420337625382?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/6778240420337625382/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=6778240420337625382&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/6778240420337625382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/6778240420337625382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/01/nenhuma-luta-havera-jamais-de-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TS-pMdqkbaI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Uxm24Dw-gNM/s72-c/jnj.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-1993770486102277602</id><published>2011-01-12T21:10:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T21:13:08.434-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernanda Young'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TS41fIrx7BI/AAAAAAAAAeA/HIVV_MUGedo/s1600/Another_re_touch_by_MICHAELHARRISON1990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TS41fIrx7BI/AAAAAAAAAeA/HIVV_MUGedo/s320/Another_re_touch_by_MICHAELHARRISON1990.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561441398872468498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;' Estar bem e feliz é uma questão de escolha e não de sorte ou mero acaso. É estar perto das pessoas que amamos, que nos fazem bem e que nos querem bem. É saber evitar tudo aquilo que nos incomoda ou faz mal, não hesitando em usar o bom senso, a maturidade obtida com experiências passadas ou mesmo nossa sensibilidade para isso. É distanciar-se de falsidade, inveja e mentiras. Evitar sentimentos corrosivos como o rancor, a raiva, e as mágoas que nos tiram noites de sono e em nada afetam as pessoas responsáveis por causá-los. É valorizar as palavras verdadeiras e os sentimentos sinceros que a nós são destinados. E saber ignorar, de forma mais fina e elegante possível, aqueles que dizem as coisas da boca para fora ou cujas palavras e caráter nunca valeram um milésimo do tempo que você perdeu ao escutá-las. '&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/6768058357800942295-1993770486102277602?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/1993770486102277602/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=1993770486102277602&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/1993770486102277602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/1993770486102277602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/01/estar-bem-e-feliz-e-uma-questao-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TS41fIrx7BI/AAAAAAAAAeA/HIVV_MUGedo/s72-c/Another_re_touch_by_MICHAELHARRISON1990.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-3808274529870390308</id><published>2011-01-11T20:07:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T20:30:44.979-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deborah Strougo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSzZ-o2lLII/AAAAAAAAAd4/G3VG8CmADLU/s1600/Laughter_by_vonboop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSzZ-o2lLII/AAAAAAAAAd4/G3VG8CmADLU/s320/Laughter_by_vonboop.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561059310037183618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;' E com o passar do tempo, percebe-se que as dores do passado já não pertencem mais à ti. As lágrimas derramadas viram vapor, que se mistura com o ar da felicidade que virá logo após. Seu coração pode ter sido rachado, destruído, quebrado em mil pedacinhos, porém sempre haverá algum bom amigo, ou algum novo amor que o concerte para ti.&lt;br /&gt;Não construa em cima de seus sentimentos um muro de tristeza e mágoas. Não considere os momentos de agunía e solidão como um castigo divino, e sim como uma benção, uma nova chance de aprender mais sobre o mundo e até mesmo sobre você. Tenha forças o suficiente para seguir em frente, o amor é atraído pela doçura, pela gentileza, pela capacidade que se tem de guardá-lo dentro de ti e dedicá-lo à alguém. Por mais que doa pensar no passado, pense! Recorde-se de tudo, reflita, e não fique triste apenas porque teve seu fim, mas pelo fato de ter tido um começo. Não tente esquecer o antigo, o que já passou, o guarde do lado esquerdo do peito, pois por mais que hoje você o guarde por não ter escolha, um dia você o viveu por pura espontânea vontade, e com certeza com muita felicidade. A felicidade é passageira, mas depende de cada um para definir o tempo que ela estará presente. '&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/6768058357800942295-3808274529870390308?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/3808274529870390308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=3808274529870390308&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3808274529870390308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3808274529870390308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/01/e-com-o-passar-do-tempo-percebe-se-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSzZ-o2lLII/AAAAAAAAAd4/G3VG8CmADLU/s72-c/Laughter_by_vonboop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-2437136907647628419</id><published>2011-01-10T17:24:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T17:28:23.526-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TStdr9ch3lI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/qJ4C9ZyrPyI/s1600/100_1819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 152px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TStdr9ch3lI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/qJ4C9ZyrPyI/s320/100_1819.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560641174728990290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hoje eu tô sozinha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;E não aceito conselho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vou pintar minhas unhas e meu cabelo de vermelho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hoje eu tô sozinha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não sei se me levo ou se me acompanho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas é que se eu perder, eu perco sozinha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas é que se eu ganhar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aí é só eu que ganho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hoje eu não vou falar mal nem bem de ninguém&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hoje eu não vou falar bem nem mal de ninguém&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Logo agora que eu parei&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Parei de te esperar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;De enfeitar nosso barraco&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;De pendurar meus enfeites&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;De fazer o café fraco&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Parei de pegar o carro correndo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;De ligar só pra você&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;De entender sua família e te compreender&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hoje eu tô sozinha e tudo parece maior&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas é melhor ficar sozinha que é pra não ficar pior&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hoje eu tô sozinha - Ana Carolina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768058357800942295-2437136907647628419?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/2437136907647628419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=2437136907647628419&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/2437136907647628419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/2437136907647628419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/01/hoje-eu-to-sozinha-e-nao-aceito.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TStdr9ch3lI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/qJ4C9ZyrPyI/s72-c/100_1819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-4342807338228111659</id><published>2011-01-09T19:44:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T21:42:34.258-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clarice Lispector'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSosll-rF4I/AAAAAAAAAbI/io-HsWlVPdw/s1600/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSosll-rF4I/AAAAAAAAAbI/io-HsWlVPdw/s320/1.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560305714304063362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;' Na fé, eu sou capaz de me dizer, com amorosa humildade, que grande parte das vezes eu não sei o que é melhor para mim. Eu não sei, mas Deus sabe. Eu não sei, mas minha alma sabe. Então, faço o que me cabe e entrego, mesmo quando, por força do hábito, eu ainda dê uma piscadinha pra Deus e lhe diga: "Tomara que as nossas vontades coincidam". Faço o que me cabe e confio que aquilo que acontecer, seja lá o que for, com certeza será o melhor, mesmo que algumas vezes, de cara, eu não consiga entender. '&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/6768058357800942295-4342807338228111659?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/4342807338228111659/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=4342807338228111659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/4342807338228111659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/4342807338228111659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/01/na-fe-eu-sou-capaz-de-me-dizer-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSosll-rF4I/AAAAAAAAAbI/io-HsWlVPdw/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-8086224379509486512</id><published>2011-01-08T14:39:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T14:50:29.048-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zíbia Gasparetto'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSiVzCAcBtI/AAAAAAAAAbA/gQ_UGWfSwcE/s1600/tumblr_kv17al949m1qz4d4bo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSiVzCAcBtI/AAAAAAAAAbA/gQ_UGWfSwcE/s320/tumblr_kv17al949m1qz4d4bo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559858443933451986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;' Dizer sim quando quero dizer não é dar mais valor aos outros do que a mim, é não colocar meus limites, e isso é não me respeitar.. É o mesmo que dizer que o que eu sinto não vale nada, que os outros podem passar por cima de mim à vontade. E eles passam, sem dó nem piedade.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje estou aprendendo a dizer não. Quando não quero alguma coisa, simplesmente digo não. Sem raiva nem emoção. Um não é só uma negativa. É nosso limite. Um direito que temos de decidir o que desejamos ou não fazer. A isso se dá o nome de dignidade. Quando nos colocamos com sinceridade, dizendo o que sentimos, somos respeitados. '&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/6768058357800942295-8086224379509486512?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/8086224379509486512/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=8086224379509486512&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/8086224379509486512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/8086224379509486512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/01/dizer-sim-quando-quero-dizer-nao-e-dar.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSiVzCAcBtI/AAAAAAAAAbA/gQ_UGWfSwcE/s72-c/tumblr_kv17al949m1qz4d4bo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-5078176486181995293</id><published>2011-01-05T15:00:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T15:40:51.059-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tati Bernardi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSSmI0_Ct5I/AAAAAAAAAa4/QRiXMHdRDy0/s1600/winter_sleep_by_syda_ginger-d36go0y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSSmI0_Ct5I/AAAAAAAAAa4/QRiXMHdRDy0/s320/winter_sleep_by_syda_ginger-d36go0y.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558750510674261906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;' Mas a lição que eu aprendi no sábado é que não vale a pena consertar um carro pela décima vez. É mais fácil comprar um novo e fim de papo. Afinal, eu bem que tentei consertar meu relacionamento com todas essas pessoas e só ganhei mais e mais poses e menos e menos verdades. Ainda que doa deixar pessoas morrerem, se agarrar a elas é viver mal assombrado. '&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Obs: Gente to participando de um concurso, e vim pedir pra vocês uma forcinha, é no blog  &lt;a href="http://garotaa-moderninha.blogspot.com/"&gt;Garota Moderninha&lt;/a&gt; meu look é o 8. Ajudem lá de uma forcinha! Obrigada a todos! Bejos&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/6768058357800942295-5078176486181995293?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/5078176486181995293/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=5078176486181995293&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/5078176486181995293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/5078176486181995293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/01/mas-licao-que-eu-aprendi-no-sabado-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSSmI0_Ct5I/AAAAAAAAAa4/QRiXMHdRDy0/s72-c/winter_sleep_by_syda_ginger-d36go0y.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-6662981664995233287</id><published>2011-01-03T20:19:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T20:26:09.430-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cah Morandi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSJM9f5aiUI/AAAAAAAAAaw/4qs3gOmM95E/s1600/This_is_my_face___Carlijn_by_ByLaauraa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSJM9f5aiUI/AAAAAAAAAaw/4qs3gOmM95E/s320/This_is_my_face___Carlijn_by_ByLaauraa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558089509546658114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;' Meu corpo não é o mesmo. Algo dentro e fora de mim tem mudado. Mudado de forma, teor, intensidade e lugar. Algo em mim é transitivo de um futuro que não é o mesmo, de um ficar que não ficou aonde deveria. O amor não é para agora e nem é para ontem. O amor sempre esteve, sempre estará. O meu amor não foi embora junto com um rosto e uma promessa desfeita. Ele permanece e perpetua desde aonde vim e é ele também que me levará. Lavará. A chuva não é a mesma. Não sou a mesma, meu amor. Agora resisto, fortifico e resplandeço. Teu toque não mais me derruba, teu olhar não mais me devasta. Sou minha antes de ser tua. '&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/6768058357800942295-6662981664995233287?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/6662981664995233287/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=6662981664995233287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/6662981664995233287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/6662981664995233287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2011/01/meu-corpo-nao-e-o-mesmo.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSJM9f5aiUI/AAAAAAAAAaw/4qs3gOmM95E/s72-c/This_is_my_face___Carlijn_by_ByLaauraa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-5030467583300886246</id><published>2010-12-31T14:45:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T15:15:55.976-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TR4PwjAdYbI/AAAAAAAAAao/QDc1b316hOc/s1600/feliz2011-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TR4PwjAdYbI/AAAAAAAAAao/QDc1b316hOc/s320/feliz2011-002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556896316927074738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;E mais um ano se acaba! E se eu for ver tudo que aconteceu, esse ano foi bem positivo! Obvio que que tive momentos negativos onde sofri bastante, mas que não passou de momentos de aprendizado. Mas em todos os outros aspectos teve muito bom. Amizades verdadeiras crescendo cada vez mais, conquistas importantes no vôlei, na faculdade mas um ano se passou e sem nenhuma DP. 3° ano que me aguarde! Hehehehehe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Na vida amorosa como sempre, algumas decepções mas nada que não possamos superar e aprender. ;D &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;E que 2011, venha repleto de amor, paz, saúde, sucesso, luz e muita sabedoria!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;2011 VEM QUENTE, QUE EU JÁ TO FERVENDO! FELIZ ANO PRA VOCÊS&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/6768058357800942295-5030467583300886246?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/5030467583300886246/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=5030467583300886246&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/5030467583300886246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/5030467583300886246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/12/e-mais-um-ano-se-acaba-e-se-eu-for-ver.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TR4PwjAdYbI/AAAAAAAAAao/QDc1b316hOc/s72-c/feliz2011-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-2966326819947034374</id><published>2010-12-28T21:24:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T21:25:06.067-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caio F. Abreu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TRpxzK0e1rI/AAAAAAAAAag/mfmgExEsb4k/s1600/Acampalipse__09_III__10_by_Flor_Cadaver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TRpxzK0e1rI/AAAAAAAAAag/mfmgExEsb4k/s320/Acampalipse__09_III__10_by_Flor_Cadaver.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555878214206674610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Tinha esquecido do perigo que é colocar o seu coração nas mãos do outro e dizer: toma, faz o que quiser.”&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/6768058357800942295-2966326819947034374?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/2966326819947034374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=2966326819947034374&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/2966326819947034374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/2966326819947034374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/12/tinha-esquecido-do-perigo-que-e-colocar.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TRpxzK0e1rI/AAAAAAAAAag/mfmgExEsb4k/s72-c/Acampalipse__09_III__10_by_Flor_Cadaver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-7562458717523677059</id><published>2010-12-26T14:12:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T14:28:48.019-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEM ÍNTIMO'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TRdtM1gqKAI/AAAAAAAAAaU/0CNjnrmZKkQ/s1600/Sangue_Gelato_by_RevengefulGun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TRdtM1gqKAI/AAAAAAAAAaU/0CNjnrmZKkQ/s320/Sangue_Gelato_by_RevengefulGun.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555028732674713602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;E ai? Aprendeu? Ou será que precisa tomar mais uns 10 cruzados e uns 5 ganchos pra aprender? Espero que não! Espero que essa tenha sido a última vez que você apanha dessa maneira. Poxa coração! Como que você se deixou levar mais uma vez. Mais uma não, dessa vez você conseguiu se superar hein! Tô bege, tô rosa! Acreditando sempre que tudo o que ele dizia era verdade, que ele realmente TE AMAVA, e que tinha esquecido a ex. Engraçado que ele esqueceu ela, mas é com ela que ele está agora né! Viu... não dá pra confiar assim logo de cara! Mais uma pra você aprender. Conheça primeiro pra depois se entregar, não confie em palavras bonitas, nem em declarações, acredite em ATITUDES! Já passou da hora de você ser mais forte, ser um pouco cruel, e não acreditar que todo mundo é bonzinho, que todo mundo te quer bem. Porque depois quem fica mal sofrendo ai é você! Mas tudo bem, agora é a hora de você pensar em você e se levantar. A gente cai, mas quando nos levantamos também, é 10x mais forte. Bola pra frente que a vida continua. 2011 já tá ai, batendo na porta doido pra entrar e renovar tudo. Então... tá na hora de jogar tudo que não presta no lixo e vamos começar agora!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768058357800942295-7562458717523677059?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/7562458717523677059/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=7562458717523677059&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/7562458717523677059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/7562458717523677059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/12/e-ai-aprendeu-ou-sera-que-precisa-tomar.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TRdtM1gqKAI/AAAAAAAAAaU/0CNjnrmZKkQ/s72-c/Sangue_Gelato_by_RevengefulGun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-2449034492504944440</id><published>2010-12-23T23:02:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T23:12:18.376-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TRPyGxIJtgI/AAAAAAAAAaE/hdmPp58lrEY/s1600/papai_noel_3609.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TRPyGxIJtgI/AAAAAAAAAaE/hdmPp58lrEY/s320/papai_noel_3609.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554048963558618626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Então é natal, e o que você fez?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;O ano termina, e nasce outra vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Então é natal, a festa Cristã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Do velho e do novo, do amor como um todo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Então bom natal, e um ano novo também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Que seja feliz quem, souber o que é o bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Então é natal, pro enfermo e pro são.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Pro rico e pro pobre, num só coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Então bom natal, pro branco e pro negro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Amarelo e vermelho, pra paz afinal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Então bom natal, e um ano novo também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Que seja feliz quem, souber o que é o bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Simone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768058357800942295-2449034492504944440?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/2449034492504944440/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=2449034492504944440&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/2449034492504944440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/2449034492504944440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/12/entao-e-natal-e-o-que-voce-fez-o-ano.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TRPyGxIJtgI/AAAAAAAAAaE/hdmPp58lrEY/s72-c/papai_noel_3609.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-6241582012360671846</id><published>2010-12-22T21:57:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T22:01:39.300-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cah Morandi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TRKRBTae4rI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/bR8rqkY8Ts4/s1600/OgAAAGobDtcvkxyDWmsR2JrgCrhUnu9IEurKmGm3JQwPJNGlrn31m6mDilG6-MIUgo8ji8VDFLW_zoC1XWaUhtTLlPkAm1T1ULPBFZz8aSrA-Fid6PktQrNxgWYa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TRKRBTae4rI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/bR8rqkY8Ts4/s320/OgAAAGobDtcvkxyDWmsR2JrgCrhUnu9IEurKmGm3JQwPJNGlrn31m6mDilG6-MIUgo8ji8VDFLW_zoC1XWaUhtTLlPkAm1T1ULPBFZz8aSrA-Fid6PktQrNxgWYa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553660742078489266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Devíamos ter mais opções de escolha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Como assim?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Escolher de quem gostar, por exemplo...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Isso não dá.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;- E se desse, o que você faria?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Ainda assim escolheria você.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/6768058357800942295-6241582012360671846?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/6241582012360671846/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=6241582012360671846&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/6241582012360671846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/6241582012360671846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/12/deviamos-ter-mais-opcoes-de-escolha.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TRKRBTae4rI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/bR8rqkY8Ts4/s72-c/OgAAAGobDtcvkxyDWmsR2JrgCrhUnu9IEurKmGm3JQwPJNGlrn31m6mDilG6-MIUgo8ji8VDFLW_zoC1XWaUhtTLlPkAm1T1ULPBFZz8aSrA-Fid6PktQrNxgWYa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-8472530390734213521</id><published>2010-12-21T15:37:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T15:46:06.994-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caio F. Abreu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TRDn0hUO3uI/AAAAAAAAAZw/t8-aJJ9kaOk/s1600/a%2Bsaudade%2Bvai%2Bfazer%2Bvoce%2Bvoltar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TRDn0hUO3uI/AAAAAAAAAZw/t8-aJJ9kaOk/s320/a%2Bsaudade%2Bvai%2Bfazer%2Bvoce%2Bvoltar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553193230030266082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;' Mais do que querer você de volta, eu ME quero de volta, quero a felicidade nos meus olhos mirados em você. Eu quero a gente, eu quero tudo de novo, eu quero as coisas antigas, as primeiras, TODAS ! Me devolve seu sorriso ? Parece que eu não te faço mais sorrir, assim eu desespero mesmo. É uma resposta simples pra uma pergunta simples: Você vai voltar? '&lt;/span&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/6768058357800942295-8472530390734213521?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/8472530390734213521/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=8472530390734213521&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/8472530390734213521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/8472530390734213521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/12/mais-do-que-querer-voce-de-volta-eu-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TRDn0hUO3uI/AAAAAAAAAZw/t8-aJJ9kaOk/s72-c/a%2Bsaudade%2Bvai%2Bfazer%2Bvoce%2Bvoltar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-651543459855607792</id><published>2010-12-20T23:21:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T23:23:34.005-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEM ÍNTIMO'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TRABjrhF42I/AAAAAAAAAZo/BmAnqTBtVLw/s1600/cd9e9ae9c48d99d02afd54c389844367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TRABjrhF42I/AAAAAAAAAZo/BmAnqTBtVLw/s320/cd9e9ae9c48d99d02afd54c389844367.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552940053036393314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Saudades! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ta machucando bem no fundo... &lt;/span&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/6768058357800942295-651543459855607792?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/651543459855607792/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=651543459855607792&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/651543459855607792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/651543459855607792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/12/saudades-ta-machucando-bem-no-fundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TRABjrhF42I/AAAAAAAAAZo/BmAnqTBtVLw/s72-c/cd9e9ae9c48d99d02afd54c389844367.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-2461890420959605271</id><published>2010-12-19T19:17:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T19:26:55.486-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cah Morandi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TQ54fkSpXgI/AAAAAAAAAZY/0h_7qTLSX7s/s1600/encontros_e_desencontros_by_cluracan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TQ54fkSpXgI/AAAAAAAAAZY/0h_7qTLSX7s/s320/encontros_e_desencontros_by_cluracan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552507874307563010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;' Talvez nunca mais se cruzem. Talvez ela mude de emprego, alugue um apartamento novo de frente para um pracinha com uma única árvore, comece a acordar às cinco da manhã, passe o café enquanto procura um par de meias, venda o carro, comece a pegar duas lotações para chegar no novo emprego, ache até bonito o uniforme, quem sabe canse no fim do dia, chegue atrasada no ponto de ônibus, não tenha o dinheiro para o táxi. Ele deve ter escolhido ficar em São Paulo, ou no Rio de Janeiro ou em Brasília, não importa aonde ele tenha ficado, talvez ele queira ganhar muito dinheiro, comprar um flat de frente para o mar, viajar para Dubai no próximo feriado, comprar um carro novo, pedir para alguém fazer seu café, ter uma sala só para ele no andar mais alto do prédio, sapatos de couro, meias bem alinhadas, talvez ele preferisse ternos mais claros, um cartão com limite mais alto. Eles não souberam quando começaram ou terminaram, se por algum momento a mágica do “nós” chegou a acontecer, se podia ser amor ter vontade de dividir uma pizza. Talvez ela quisesse somente uma companhia, alguém para chamar de “amor”, um par de meias novas no Natal e passear na pracinha que tem apenas uma árvore. Ele quis um apartamento maior, a estabilidade que pode ser superficialmente alcançada, um salário mais proveitoso. Nunca disseram adeus, nem até mais, nem qualquer outra coisa que desse possibilidade de um fim ou de um próximo encontro; terminavam as conversas com beijos, quando mais frios com abraços. Talvez ele a ame. Talvez ela quisesse saber disso. Por causa da mudez das emoções que sentiam, eles não sabiam que destino davam a si. O bonito deles é a coisa mais simples em suas histórias: de alguma forma silenciosa e cheia de esperança, eles esperavam um pelo outro, embora nenhum pedido tenha sido feito. '&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/6768058357800942295-2461890420959605271?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/2461890420959605271/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=2461890420959605271&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/2461890420959605271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/2461890420959605271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/12/talvez-nunca-mais-se-cruzem.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TQ54fkSpXgI/AAAAAAAAAZY/0h_7qTLSX7s/s72-c/encontros_e_desencontros_by_cluracan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-6286355859374703337</id><published>2010-12-18T20:16:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T20:23:44.737-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clarice Lispector'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TQ00YMYRxTI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Q527uRGQ9vc/s1600/despedida_by_anouka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TQ00YMYRxTI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Q527uRGQ9vc/s320/despedida_by_anouka.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552151505862247730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;' Quando fazemos tudo para que nos amem e não conseguimos, resta-nos um último recurso: não fazer mais nada. Por isso, digo, quando não obtivermos o amor, o afeto ou a ternura que havíamos solicitado, melhor será desistirmos e procurar mais adiante os sentimentos que nos negaram. Não fazer esforços inúteis, pois o amor nasce, ou não, espontaneamente, mas nunca por força de imposição. Às vezes, é inútil esforçar-se demais, nada se consegue;outras vezes, nada damos e o amor se rende aos nossos pés. Os sentimentos são sempre uma surpresa. Nunca foram uma caridade mendigada, uma compaixão ou um favor concedido. Quase sempre amamos a quem nos ama mal, e desprezamos quem melhor nos quer. Assim, repito, quando tivermos feito tudo para conseguir um amor, e falhado, resta-nos um só caminho...o de mais nada fazer. '&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/6768058357800942295-6286355859374703337?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/6286355859374703337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=6286355859374703337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/6286355859374703337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/6286355859374703337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/12/quando-fazemos-tudo-para-que-nos-amem-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TQ00YMYRxTI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Q527uRGQ9vc/s72-c/despedida_by_anouka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-3129980920396198571</id><published>2010-12-17T22:06:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T22:08:08.119-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thais Vicentini'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TQv7X_EAh7I/AAAAAAAAAZI/IKqjsokwwjM/s1600/curiosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TQv7X_EAh7I/AAAAAAAAAZI/IKqjsokwwjM/s320/curiosa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551807355148076978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;' Por isso, a infância é a melhor fase da nossa vida. Ela é feita de pequenas certezas puras que vão se tornando dúvidas ao crescer. '&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/6768058357800942295-3129980920396198571?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/3129980920396198571/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=3129980920396198571&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3129980920396198571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3129980920396198571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/12/por-isso-infancia-e-melhor-fase-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TQv7X_EAh7I/AAAAAAAAAZI/IKqjsokwwjM/s72-c/curiosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-170737110338764793</id><published>2010-12-15T22:16:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T22:32:58.346-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deborah Strougo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TQld5heVOVI/AAAAAAAAAZA/Uj9sGkt9h7A/s1600/Amor_by_bottlefairy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TQld5heVOVI/AAAAAAAAAZA/Uj9sGkt9h7A/s320/Amor_by_bottlefairy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551071258530363730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;' Acredito que o maior pecador, não é aquele que comete loucuras por amar demais, mas sim aquele que nunca fez seu coração transbordar de amor! '&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/6768058357800942295-170737110338764793?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/170737110338764793/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=170737110338764793&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/170737110338764793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/170737110338764793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/12/acredito-que-o-maior-pecador-nao-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TQld5heVOVI/AAAAAAAAAZA/Uj9sGkt9h7A/s72-c/Amor_by_bottlefairy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-3417862345953420715</id><published>2010-12-14T22:37:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T23:00:05.124-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernanda Mello'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TQgTAdb3EaI/AAAAAAAAAY4/y8j5TkEHJ3U/s1600/382c7f2ca2c448c867b185c4286d99be54792231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TQgTAdb3EaI/AAAAAAAAAY4/y8j5TkEHJ3U/s320/382c7f2ca2c448c867b185c4286d99be54792231.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550707439356547490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Vem cá. Me dá aqui a sua mão. Coloca sobre meu peito. Agora escute. Olha o tumtumtum. Você pode me ouvir? É pra você, seu besta! É por você que meu coração bate! (Ele, que de tanto bater, parou sem querer outro dia). Posso confessar? Jura que vai acreditar em mim? A verdade é que estou de saco cheio de histórias românticas. Meus casos de amor já não têm a menor graça. Será que você me entende? Eu não escrevo porque vivo amores cinematográficos e quero contar pro mundo. Não!! Eu escrevo porque eu sou uma maluca. Minha vida é real demais. Um filme B pra ser mais exata. E eu não acho graça em amores sem final feliz. Por isso, invento. Pro sangue correr pelas veias, pra lágrima cair dos olhos, pra adrenalina sacudir o corpo. Eu invento amores pra ver se eu acredito em mim. (Acredita?). Mas hoje eu estou cansada. Estou cansada de mentiras, de realidade, de telefone mudo e de músicas sem letra.(...)&lt;br /&gt;(...)Me deixa ser egoísta. Me deixa fazer você entender que eu gosto de mim e quero ser preservada. Me deixa de fora de suas mentiras e dessa conversa fiada. Eu sou uma espécie quase em extinção: eu acredito nas pessoas. E eu quase acredito em você. Não precisa gostar de mim se não quiser. Mas não me faça acreditar que é amor, caso seja apenas derivado. Não me diga nada. (Ou me diga tudo). Não me olhe assim, você diz tanta coisa com um olhar. E olhar mente, eu sei! E eu sei por que aprendi. Também sei mentir das formas mais perversas e doces possíveis. (Sabia?) Mas meu coração está rouco agora. GRAVE! Você percebe? Escuta só como ele bate. O tumtumtum não é mais o mesmo. Não quero dizer que o tempo passou, que você passou, que a ilusão acabou, apesar de tudo ser um pouco verdade. O problema não é esse. Eu não me contento com pouco. (Não mais). Eu tenho MUITO dentro de mim e não estou a fim de dar sem receber nada em troca. Essa coisa bonita de dar sem receber funciona muito bem em rezas, histórias de santos e demais evoluídos do planeta. Mas eu não moro em igreja, não sou santa, não evoluí até esse ponto e só vou te dar se você me der também."&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/6768058357800942295-3417862345953420715?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/3417862345953420715/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=3417862345953420715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3417862345953420715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3417862345953420715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/12/vem-ca.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TQgTAdb3EaI/AAAAAAAAAY4/y8j5TkEHJ3U/s72-c/382c7f2ca2c448c867b185c4286d99be54792231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-5408826361999046</id><published>2010-12-13T20:28:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T20:49:29.441-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thais Vicentini'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TQahyyZjNQI/AAAAAAAAAYw/kIpV21GJdG0/s1600/i_love_whole_world_by_nibeeneth-d34r4wz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TQahyyZjNQI/AAAAAAAAAYw/kIpV21GJdG0/s320/i_love_whole_world_by_nibeeneth-d34r4wz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550301484675183874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); " &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Todo começo tem um fim,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: small; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;todo fim, um novo começo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: small; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que difere as pessoas fracas das fortes?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: small; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A maneira, que lidamos com o fim.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: small; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Os fracos, abaixam a cabeça e deixam o tempo passar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: small; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Os fortes, vivem cada dia, um novo dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: small; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Por isso, choro.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: small; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas, jamais deixo de viver&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: small; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: small; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/6768058357800942295-5408826361999046?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/5408826361999046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=5408826361999046&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/5408826361999046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/5408826361999046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/12/todo-comeco-tem-um-fim-todo-fim-um-novo.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TQahyyZjNQI/AAAAAAAAAYw/kIpV21GJdG0/s72-c/i_love_whole_world_by_nibeeneth-d34r4wz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-2582428804131374579</id><published>2010-12-12T20:19:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T20:39:35.275-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caio F. Abreu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TQVPDp0daKI/AAAAAAAAAYo/3z4jptyNsHc/s1600/desencontros_marcados__by_photographpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TQVPDp0daKI/AAAAAAAAAYo/3z4jptyNsHc/s320/desencontros_marcados__by_photographpaper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549929039988091042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por razões que desconheço, nossas aproximações foram sempre pela metade. Interrompidas. Um passo para a frente e cem para trás. Retrocessos. Descaminhos. E me pergunto se, quem sabe um dia, na hora certa, nosso encontro pode acontecer inteiro.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Caio Fernando Abreu&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/6768058357800942295-2582428804131374579?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/2582428804131374579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=2582428804131374579&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/2582428804131374579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/2582428804131374579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/12/por-razoes-que-desconheco-nossas.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TQVPDp0daKI/AAAAAAAAAYo/3z4jptyNsHc/s72-c/desencontros_marcados__by_photographpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-7017846789170587419</id><published>2010-12-12T10:12:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T10:20:33.380-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diversos'/><title type='text'>Estou de volta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TQS932rjQaI/AAAAAAAAAYg/oOu_s8wip-8/s1600/Mermaid_by_LoMiTa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TQS932rjQaI/AAAAAAAAAYg/oOu_s8wip-8/s320/Mermaid_by_LoMiTa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549769408095928738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oii genteeem! Voltei, e agora por bastante tempo. Férias, férias, férias e férias, que delicia. Melhor ainda sabendo que ano que vem estarei belíssima no 3° ano da faculdade. Que tudo! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas agora eu vim só avisar que estou de volta, a noite eu posto, pois estou indo em uma chacara, comer um churras, tomar um solziinho por que eu também sou filha de Deus e mereço ( e outra to muito branca). Hahahahaha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Até mais tarde. Bejos &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/6768058357800942295-7017846789170587419?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/7017846789170587419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=7017846789170587419&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/7017846789170587419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/7017846789170587419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/12/estou-de-volta.html' title='Estou de volta!'/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TQS932rjQaI/AAAAAAAAAYg/oOu_s8wip-8/s72-c/Mermaid_by_LoMiTa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-3812401445015252503</id><published>2010-11-22T18:37:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:46:17.900-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diversos'/><title type='text'>Desculpas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oii galera! Gente me desculpe pelo sumiço, mas é que final de semestre na faculdade é fodaa, ainda mais quanedo s tem que tirar nota, querendo ou não. Ta osso duro de roer! Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mas prometo que assim que acabar eu volto com força total e com muita novidade viiu! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bejos &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/6768058357800942295-3812401445015252503?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/3812401445015252503/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=3812401445015252503&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3812401445015252503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3812401445015252503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/11/desculpas.html' title='Desculpas!'/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-5623171048191534472</id><published>2010-11-18T19:27:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T19:34:12.899-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tati Bernardi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TOWbv9L75_I/AAAAAAAAAYY/YQ-aD3-oK5c/s1600/tumblr_l8qvnlgE9V1qdr6who1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TOWbv9L75_I/AAAAAAAAAYY/YQ-aD3-oK5c/s320/tumblr_l8qvnlgE9V1qdr6who1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541006164730046450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu escolheria você. Se me dessem um último pedido, eu escolheria você.  Se a vida acabasse hoje ou daqui mil anos, eu escolheria você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tati Bernardi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É estou amando mais uma vez!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768058357800942295-5623171048191534472?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/5623171048191534472/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=5623171048191534472&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/5623171048191534472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/5623171048191534472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/11/eu-escolheria-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TOWbv9L75_I/AAAAAAAAAYY/YQ-aD3-oK5c/s72-c/tumblr_l8qvnlgE9V1qdr6who1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-3133733352376277616</id><published>2010-10-27T18:18:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T18:25:14.812-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tati Bernardi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TMiKhdBL9kI/AAAAAAAAAYM/OQartEvxKO4/s1600/9831718df480207d40cb1f61e3ddeef1a3518fed.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TMiKhdBL9kI/AAAAAAAAAYM/OQartEvxKO4/s320/9831718df480207d40cb1f61e3ddeef1a3518fed.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532824449554576962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Hoje eu acordei numa casa diferente, num quarto diferente, sem nenhuma  muleta, sem nenhuma maquiagem, meus amigos estão ocupados, meus pais não  podem sofrer por mim. Hoje eu acordei sem nada no estômago, sem nada no  coração, sem ter para onde correr, sem colo, sem peito, sem ter onde  encostar, sem ter quem culpar. Hoje eu acordei sem ter quem amar, mas aí  eu olhei no espelho e vi, pela primeira vez na vida, a única pessoa que  pode realmente me fazer feliz"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Tati Bernardi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768058357800942295-3133733352376277616?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/3133733352376277616/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=3133733352376277616&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3133733352376277616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3133733352376277616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/10/hoje-eu-acordei-numa-casa-diferente-num.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TMiKhdBL9kI/AAAAAAAAAYM/OQartEvxKO4/s72-c/9831718df480207d40cb1f61e3ddeef1a3518fed.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-3701277541976573104</id><published>2010-10-21T18:32:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T18:36:08.070-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEM ÍNTIMO'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TMCkM9zBsmI/AAAAAAAAAYE/4OW_YlRM15E/s1600/mudan%C3%A7a-de-vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TMCkM9zBsmI/AAAAAAAAAYE/4OW_YlRM15E/s320/mudan%C3%A7a-de-vida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530600885064938082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venho analisando como tem sido a minha vida nos últimos  meses. Um namoro que pensei ter sido marcante, mas que agora vejo que  não foi tão marcante quanto pensei. Um amor que trago a tempos,  que  antes doía, mas que hoje está guardado naquele baú de boas lembranças.  Amizades que a cada dia vem se tornando mais verdadeiras. Pessoas que  conheci e que pensei que continuariam ao meu lado, mas que não passaram  de simples conhecidos, e pessoas que pensei que seriam simples  conhecidos e se tornaram especiais. Hoje já não me abalo mais com coisas  que antes pareciam o fim do mundo e que agora considero normais.  Procuro viver minha vida da melhor maneira possível, e quando digo  melhor, não estou querendo dizer dentro dos conceitos da sociedade e sim  dentro do que eu acho que deve ser e do que me faz bem. Já não me  importo tanto com o que os outros acham ou pensam a meu respeito, me  preocupo sim em fazer com que as pessoas que estão ao meu redor saibam  quem realmente eu sou.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje eu percebo que não  vale a pena se machucar para não ferir alguém, quase nunca esse alguém  pensa em você na hora de te machucar.Falo o que tenho que falar, mesmo  que isso machuque. Não consigo mais me entregar de corpo e alma, sempre  tenho o pé atrás e digo que assim me decepcionei menos (bem menos).  Aprendi a não esperar nada de ninguém e tento fazer com que não esperem  nada de mim, nem sempre posso suprir as expectativas que criam a meu  respeito. Descobri que o que move a minha vida é a paixão pelas coisas e  pelas pessoas, e não o amor como eu pensei que fosse. O amor eu deixo  somente para o que é essencial no meu mundo. Não tenho mais tantos  medos. Tento não ser tão afobada e deixo as coisas acontecerem no seu  tempo, tudo na vida tem uma razão e se tiver que ser, será.Hoje sou eu  quem dou as cartas, sou eu quem determino o que quero e o que não quero,  o que é útil e me faz bem e o que está superado e imprestável.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;(Ao  som de Simple Plan – Perfect)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768058357800942295-3701277541976573104?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/3701277541976573104/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=3701277541976573104&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3701277541976573104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3701277541976573104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/10/venho-analisando-como-tem-sido-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TMCkM9zBsmI/AAAAAAAAAYE/4OW_YlRM15E/s72-c/mudan%C3%A7a-de-vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-6342144544531958357</id><published>2010-10-18T19:04:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T19:10:43.951-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caio F. Abreu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TLy3zgWNv7I/AAAAAAAAAX8/FKdycCU64Cg/s1600/688da37332af636b1f6f15e560238a7dd02266d4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TLy3zgWNv7I/AAAAAAAAAX8/FKdycCU64Cg/s320/688da37332af636b1f6f15e560238a7dd02266d4.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529496537988448178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;' Ah, mas tudo bem. Em seguida todo mundo se acostuma. As pessoas esquecem  umas das outra com tanta facilidade. Como é mesmo que minha mãe dizia?  Quem não é visto não é lembrado. Longe dos olhos, longe do coração. Pois  é.'&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Caio Fernando Abreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768058357800942295-6342144544531958357?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/6342144544531958357/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=6342144544531958357&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/6342144544531958357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/6342144544531958357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/10/ah-mas-tudo-bem.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TLy3zgWNv7I/AAAAAAAAAX8/FKdycCU64Cg/s72-c/688da37332af636b1f6f15e560238a7dd02266d4.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-2209025125694975698</id><published>2010-10-11T18:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T18:08:19.699-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TLN8t-mPsHI/AAAAAAAAAX0/7pNI3-cJ8rc/s1600/uehreuora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TLN8t-mPsHI/AAAAAAAAAX0/7pNI3-cJ8rc/s320/uehreuora.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526898297053098098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Quando não tenho mais pra onde ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E no meu céu não tem mais estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Aonde foi parar a coragem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tô cansado mas não desisto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mas posso ver uma luz lá no fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Será que alguém ainda olha por mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Não me julgue por não ser igual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Carrego a verdade aqui no olhar, no olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Só rezo - Nx Zero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768058357800942295-2209025125694975698?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/2209025125694975698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=2209025125694975698&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/2209025125694975698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/2209025125694975698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/10/quando-nao-tenho-mais-pra-onde-ir-e-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TLN8t-mPsHI/AAAAAAAAAX0/7pNI3-cJ8rc/s72-c/uehreuora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-7156033642007617259</id><published>2010-10-08T18:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T18:26:24.763-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clarice Lispector'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TK-Mbz-GR6I/AAAAAAAAAXs/ClJ8S37YBj8/s1600/Reminiscences_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TK-Mbz-GR6I/AAAAAAAAAXs/ClJ8S37YBj8/s320/Reminiscences_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525789677241911202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Não me prendo a nada que me defina. sou companhia, mas posso ser solidão. tranqüilidade e inconstância, pedra e coração. Sou abraços, sorrisos, ânimo, bom humor, sarcasmo, preguiça e sono. Música alta e silêncio. Serei o que você quiser, mas só quando eu quiser. Não me limito, não sou cruel comigo! Serei sempre apego pelo que vale a pena e desapego pelo que não quer valer… Suponho que me entender não é uma questão de inteligência e sim de sentir, de entrar em contato. Ou toca, ou não toca."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Clarisce Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/6768058357800942295-7156033642007617259?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/7156033642007617259/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=7156033642007617259&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/7156033642007617259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/7156033642007617259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/10/nao-me-prendo-nada-que-me-defina.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TK-Mbz-GR6I/AAAAAAAAAXs/ClJ8S37YBj8/s72-c/Reminiscences_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-5920573396646268896</id><published>2010-09-30T21:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T21:17:46.222-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deborah Strougo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TKUoldJg5aI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Ou4G_hPcbNA/s1600/rgteytfsd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TKUoldJg5aI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Ou4G_hPcbNA/s320/rgteytfsd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522865141984585122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;São tantas as pessoas que passam por nossas vidas, e ainda sim tão  poucas as que nos deixam marcas. Foi o que me aconteceu; me deixaram uma  marca! Uma espécie de buraco, um vazio agoniante, que me pede a cada  novo dia um preenchimento. Aliviar a dor, só..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; São tantos motivos para não atender minhas vontades, e somente um para  satisfazê-las - um amor que já não existe. É, não existe amor por ele,  mas existe um amor pelo que sou quando sinto algo a mais por alguém.  Tantas cicatrizes tentando se esconder, mas já não há outro jeito.  Então, digo adeus.. e por saudade; eu volto amanhã.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deborah Strougo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768058357800942295-5920573396646268896?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/5920573396646268896/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=5920573396646268896&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/5920573396646268896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/5920573396646268896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/09/sao-tantas-as-pessoas-que-passam-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TKUoldJg5aI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Ou4G_hPcbNA/s72-c/rgteytfsd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-5286511302892600228</id><published>2010-09-27T20:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T20:05:12.922-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martha Medeiros'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TKEjHdZ32WI/AAAAAAAAAXc/CbZeuP43HXI/s1600/4683505285_158daf3260_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TKEjHdZ32WI/AAAAAAAAAXc/CbZeuP43HXI/s320/4683505285_158daf3260_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521733229192141154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;" Tenho juizo, mas não faço tudo certo, afinal todo paraíso precisa de um  pouco de inferno! "&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matha Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768058357800942295-5286511302892600228?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/5286511302892600228/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=5286511302892600228&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/5286511302892600228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/5286511302892600228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/09/tenho-juizo-mas-nao-faco-tudo-certo.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TKEjHdZ32WI/AAAAAAAAAXc/CbZeuP43HXI/s72-c/4683505285_158daf3260_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-3266936075679494388</id><published>2010-09-21T16:21:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T16:44:00.780-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernanda Mello'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TJkK9XkYCiI/AAAAAAAAAXU/qb4VUT4c50k/s1600/%C2%B4juio.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TJkK9XkYCiI/AAAAAAAAAXU/qb4VUT4c50k/s320/%C2%B4juio.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519454867734137378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sigo a vida conforme o roteiro, sou quase normal por fora, pra ninguém desconfiar. Mas por dentro eu deliro e questiono. Não quero uma vida pequena, um amor pequeno, um alegria que caiba dentro da bolsa. Eu quero mais que isso. Quero o que não vejo. Quero o que não entendo. Quero muito e quero sem fim. Não cresci pra viver mais ou menos, nasci com dois pares de asas, vou aonde eu me levar. Por isso, não me venha com superfícies, nada raso me satisfaz. Eu quero é o mergulho. Entrar de roupa e tudo no infinito que é a vida. E rezar – se ainda acreditar – pra sair ainda bem melhor do outro lado de lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fernanda Mello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6768058357800942295-3266936075679494388?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/3266936075679494388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=3266936075679494388&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3266936075679494388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3266936075679494388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/09/sigo-vida-conforme-o-roteiro-sou-quase.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TJkK9XkYCiI/AAAAAAAAAXU/qb4VUT4c50k/s72-c/%C2%B4juio.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-3047128741419735695</id><published>2010-09-14T18:04:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T18:15:00.622-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caio F. Abreu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TI_kYfyRBiI/AAAAAAAAAXM/9J6LrOworfA/s1600/tumblr_l6l48h4Qgd1qcise4o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TI_kYfyRBiI/AAAAAAAAAXM/9J6LrOworfA/s320/tumblr_l6l48h4Qgd1qcise4o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516879178052470306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Olha, eu sei que o barco tá furado e sei que você também sabe, mas queria te dizer pra não parar de remar, porque te ver remando me dá vontade de não querer parar de remar também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Caio Fernando Abreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768058357800942295-3047128741419735695?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/3047128741419735695/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=3047128741419735695&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3047128741419735695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3047128741419735695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/09/olha-eu-sei-que-o-barco-ta-furado-e-sei.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TI_kYfyRBiI/AAAAAAAAAXM/9J6LrOworfA/s72-c/tumblr_l6l48h4Qgd1qcise4o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-593899664560974014</id><published>2010-09-10T18:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T18:40:19.531-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arnaldo Jabor'/><title type='text'>Relacionamentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TIqluPBWzfI/AAAAAAAAAW8/6IKqJC9mG44/s1600/auto-ajuda-sempre-tenho-relacionamentos-dificeis-460x345-br.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TIqluPBWzfI/AAAAAAAAAW8/6IKqJC9mG44/s320/auto-ajuda-sempre-tenho-relacionamentos-dificeis-460x345-br.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515402907393379826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="ecxfr0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sempre acho que namoro, casamento,  romance, tem começo, meio e fim. Como tudo na vida.&lt;br /&gt;Detesto quando  escuto aquela conversa:&lt;br /&gt;- Ah, terminei o namoro...&lt;br /&gt;- Nossa,  estavam juntos há tanto tempo...&lt;br /&gt;- Cinco anos.... que pena...  acabou...&lt;br /&gt;- é... não deu certo...&lt;br /&gt;Claro que deu! Deu certo durante  cinco anos, só que acabou. E o bom da vida, é que você pode ter vários  amores.&lt;br /&gt;Não acredito em pessoas que se complementam. Acredito em  pessoas que se somam.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes você não consegue nem dar cem por  cento de você para você mesmo, como cobrar cem por cento do outro?&lt;br /&gt;E  não temos essa coisa completa.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes ela é fiel, mas é devagar na  cama.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes ele é carinhoso, mas não é fiel.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes ele é  atencioso, mas não é trabalhador.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes ela é muito bonita, mas  não é sensível.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo junto, não vamos encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;Perceba qual o  aspecto mais importante para você e invista nele.&lt;br /&gt;Pele é um bicho  traiçoeiro. Quando você tem pele com alguém, pode ser o papai com mamãe  mais básico que é uma delícia.&lt;br /&gt;E às vezes você tem aquele sexo  acrobata, mas que não te impressiona...&lt;br /&gt;Acho que o beijo é  importante... e se o beijo bate... se joga... se não bate... mais um  Martini, por favor... e vá dar uma volta.&lt;br /&gt;Se ele ou ela não te quer  mais, não force a barra. O outro tem o direito de não te querer.&lt;br /&gt;Não  brigue, não ligue, não dê pití. Se a pessoa tá com dúvidas, problema  dela, cabe a você esperar... ou não.&lt;br /&gt;Existe gente que precisa da  ausência para querer a presença.&lt;br /&gt;O ser humano não é absoluto.&lt;br /&gt;Ele  titubeia, tem dúvidas e medos, mas se a pessoa REALMENTE gostar, ela  volta. Nada de drama.&lt;br /&gt;Que graça tem alguém do seu lado sob pressão?&lt;br /&gt;O  legal é alguém que está com você, só por você. E vice-versa. Não fique  com alguém por pena. Ou por medo da solidão. Nascemos sós. Morremos sós.&lt;br /&gt;Nosso  pensamento é nosso, não é compartilhado. E quando você acorda, a  primeira impressão é sempre sua, seu olhar, seu pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente  que pula de um romance para o outro. Que medo é este de se ver só, na  sua própria companhia?&lt;br /&gt;Gostar dói. Muitas vezes você vai sentir  raiva, ciúmes, ódio, frustração... Faz parte. Você convive com outro  ser, um outro mundo, um outro universo.&lt;br /&gt;E nem sempre as coisas são  como você gostaria que fosse... A pior coisa é gente que tem medo de se  envolver.&lt;br /&gt;Se alguém vier com este papo, corra, afinal você não é  terapeuta. Se não quer se envolver, namore uma planta. É mais  previsível.&lt;br /&gt;Na vida e no amor, não temos garantias.&lt;br /&gt;Nem toda  pessoa que te convida para sair é para casar. Nem todo beijo é para  romancear.&lt;br /&gt;E nem todo sexo bom é para descartar... ou se  apaixonar... ou se culpar...&lt;br /&gt;Enfim...quem disse que ser adulto é  fácil ????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: right;" class="ecxfr0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;Arnaldo Jabor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="ecxaut" &gt;&lt;a class="ecxautor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Arnaldo_Jabor/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6768058357800942295-593899664560974014?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/593899664560974014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=593899664560974014&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/593899664560974014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/593899664560974014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/09/relacionamentos.html' title='Relacionamentos'/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TIqluPBWzfI/AAAAAAAAAW8/6IKqJC9mG44/s72-c/auto-ajuda-sempre-tenho-relacionamentos-dificeis-460x345-br.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-5762538337367464514</id><published>2010-09-02T19:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T19:50:52.445-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tati Bernardi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TIAqQ0eTwOI/AAAAAAAAAWw/g1e0rSZPIA8/s1600/655.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TIAqQ0eTwOI/AAAAAAAAAWw/g1e0rSZPIA8/s320/655.5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512452412353528034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;'Te amo mesmo, talvez pra sempre. Mas nem por isso eu deixo de ser feliz ou viver minha vida. Foda-se esse amor. E foda-se você. '&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Tati Bernardi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768058357800942295-5762538337367464514?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/5762538337367464514/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=5762538337367464514&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/5762538337367464514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/5762538337367464514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/09/te-amo-mesmo-talvez-pra-sempre.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TIAqQ0eTwOI/AAAAAAAAAWw/g1e0rSZPIA8/s72-c/655.5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-2499531171701150555</id><published>2010-08-23T19:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T19:48:27.219-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernanda Mello'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Apw1J26gGUY/S17yuRGkHlI/AAAAAAAACGo/H_BnVw7ywrM/s400/viver-a-vida-novela-da-globo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Apw1J26gGUY/S17yuRGkHlI/AAAAAAAACGo/H_BnVw7ywrM/s400/viver-a-vida-novela-da-globo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Tudo com o que eu me importo, ME IMPORTA MUITO. Me suga, me leva, me atrai, se funde com tudo o que sou e me consome. Toda. Por inteiro. Sorte minha me doar tanto - e com tal intensidade - e ainda sair viva dessa vida."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Fernanda Mello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768058357800942295-2499531171701150555?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/2499531171701150555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=2499531171701150555&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/2499531171701150555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/2499531171701150555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/08/tudo-com-o-que-eu-me-importo-me-importa.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Apw1J26gGUY/S17yuRGkHlI/AAAAAAAACGo/H_BnVw7ywrM/s72-c/viver-a-vida-novela-da-globo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-1764226443217379308</id><published>2010-08-13T21:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T21:14:04.345-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caio F. Abreu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l53od1i8X91qagiu2o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l53od1i8X91qagiu2o1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"A vida tem caminhos estranhos, tortosos às vezes difíceis: um simples gesto involuntário pode desencadear todo um processo. Sim, existir é incompreesível e excitante. As vezes que tentei morrer foi por não poder suportar a maravilha de estar vivo e de ter escolhido ser eu mesmo e fazer aquilio que eu gosto - mesmo que muitos não compreendam ou não aceitem."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Caio Fernando Abreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768058357800942295-1764226443217379308?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/1764226443217379308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=1764226443217379308&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/1764226443217379308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/1764226443217379308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/08/vida-tem-caminhos-estranhos-tortosos-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-5296126104446758864</id><published>2010-08-07T16:32:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T16:39:41.561-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TF22Mmlhm6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/pO44HtaNe3c/s1600/note__i_love_u_by_toonkool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TF22Mmlhm6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/pO44HtaNe3c/s320/note__i_love_u_by_toonkool.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502754647349238690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="margin-left:0cm;text-align:left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Querido ex,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="margin-left:0cm;text-align:left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sabe queria te dizer tantas coisas, tantas verdades, tudo o que se passa em minha cabeça e em meu coração.Você não seria capaz de compreender tamanho sentimento e tamanha dor que me consome cada vez que eu lembro de nós, um nós que nem sei se era tão nós assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="margin-left:0cm;text-align:left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Muitos dizem que eu não tenho amor próprio, vergonha na cara, que você não presta e que não me merece por tudo que você me fez passar, eu sei que eles estão certos e que é tudo verdade, mas isso é mais forte do que eu, não é um sentimento que eu possa simplesmente controlar! EU TE AMO?! Fato!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="margin-left:0cm;text-align:left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não pense que estou aqui querendo algo de você... Não mesmo. Na verdade quero sim. Distancia somente. Estou ótima longe de você e vou continuar. Acho justo você saber o que sinto por você, pois foi você quem causou tudo isso na minha vida. Não que esteja colocando a culpa em você. Mas metade da culpa é sua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="margin-left:0cm;text-align:left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quem mandou ser tão perfeito, quem mandou ser tão apaixonante. Hahaha mas sabe hoje dou risada de tudo que aconteceu, como eu era inocente, ingênua. Mas a vida ensina e hoje eu sei que EU TE AMO, mas sei também que eu consigo viver muito bem sem o seu amor. O meu amor me basta. E sabe eu tenho sim amor próprio, tanto amor que eu consigo doar um pouco a você, que não merece nem o meu desprezo.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="margin-left:0cm;text-align:left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nunca se esqueça a vida da voltas, ela com certeza vai voltar pra enterrar você! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="margin-left:0cm;text-align:left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: right;margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Bárbara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: right;margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;07/08/2010 - 00:38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="margin-left:0cm;text-align:left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768058357800942295-5296126104446758864?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/5296126104446758864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=5296126104446758864&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/5296126104446758864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/5296126104446758864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/08/querido-ex-sabe-queria-te-dizer-tantas.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TF22Mmlhm6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/pO44HtaNe3c/s72-c/note__i_love_u_by_toonkool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-7152500943033643017</id><published>2010-08-06T12:09:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T12:29:23.624-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desconhecido'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFwp-q4cnOI/AAAAAAAAAWg/gm8ccDf8onc/s1600/THE_CLOSET_MONSTER__by_AlexProject.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFwp-q4cnOI/AAAAAAAAAWg/gm8ccDf8onc/s320/THE_CLOSET_MONSTER__by_AlexProject.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502319001379577058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;' Sou igual a um vidro, se me jogar no chão eu quebro. Mas se me pisar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;EU TE CORTO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Desconhecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6768058357800942295-7152500943033643017?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/7152500943033643017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=7152500943033643017&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/7152500943033643017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/7152500943033643017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/08/sou-igual-um-vidro-se-me-jogar-no-chao.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFwp-q4cnOI/AAAAAAAAAWg/gm8ccDf8onc/s72-c/THE_CLOSET_MONSTER__by_AlexProject.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-634694051210328892</id><published>2010-08-05T19:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T19:47:02.869-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernanda Mello'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFs_R592Z8I/AAAAAAAAAWY/VO38-dTfOHI/s1600/Try_Us_by_monislawa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFs_R592Z8I/AAAAAAAAAWY/VO38-dTfOHI/s320/Try_Us_by_monislawa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502060946613757890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pior do que se sentir perdida é perder-se em si mesmo. No emaranhado do que você acredita misturado ao que você é ou era. O que você acredita, apostando corrida com o que você mais detesta. O que você tem, jogando palitinhos com o que você quer. Seu amor e suas dores na linha de chegada e o coração de juiz em dia de clássico. Eu não sei se você entende o raciocínio de quem não tem raciocinado ultimamente ou se entende o porquê de certas coisas que não se explicam.Quando a cabeça não pensa o corpo padece. Mas quando a cabeça pensa demais será que nossa alma enriquece? Você cheio de indagações e de táticas que não fazem o menor sentido. (pelo menos para você ou pelo menos naquele momento). Suas certezas mudam, suas prioridades deixam de ser prioridades já que você nem sabe mais o que deseja. Até sabe, mas está tão longe e você tão cansado que o mais fácil é deixar que as prioridades te encontrem e você pode fugir do que não interessa. Seus princípios enfraquecidos te cobram uma atitude e você cobra a coragem. Seus olhos pesam e seu coração já bate fraco. De tanto que bateu a vida inteira. De tanto chorar amor e fracassos. De tanto chorar pelo leite derramado você decide que se entender é complicado demais. O quente queima e o frio é gelado demais, vai o morno mesmo que não causa sensação alguma e no momento você não tem sequer condições de sentir algo. Sentir dá trabalho e trabalho acarreta uma série de responsabilidades. Responsabilidade é chato demais e não aquece seus pés nos dias frios. Você enfim, opta por decidir somente pelo necessário. Pelo que realmente vai fazer alguma diferença em sua vida e desiste de tentar equilibrar-se, isso é para artista circense e você nem gosta tanto de circo. Melhor deixar assim. Uma porta de saída e uma de entrada. O que vale fica e o que não vale que valesse. Nada de culpa ou de noites mal dormidas, nada de coração na boca nem de frio na barriga. Certas coisas não se explicam. Não existem palavras que as descrevam ou soluções que as resolva . Sentimentos, gestos, sonhos e sorrisos. A alma entende e a boca cala. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fernanda Mello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/6768058357800942295-634694051210328892?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/634694051210328892/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=634694051210328892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/634694051210328892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/634694051210328892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/08/pior-do-que-se-sentir-perdida-e-perder.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFs_R592Z8I/AAAAAAAAAWY/VO38-dTfOHI/s72-c/Try_Us_by_monislawa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-3186019061824598220</id><published>2010-08-05T12:34:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T13:07:03.403-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caio F. Abreu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFrhFuiB8TI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/fL5C8P1fsaA/s1600/The_drunk_kids_by_Gullible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFrhFuiB8TI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/fL5C8P1fsaA/s320/The_drunk_kids_by_Gullible.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501957383292842290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;' Mas se eu tivesse ficado, teria sido diferente? Melhor interromper o processo em meio: quando se conhece o fim, quando se sabe que doerá muito mais - por que ir em frente? Não há sentido: melhor escapar deixando uma lembrança qualquer, lenço esquecido numa gaveta, camisa jogada numa cadeira, uma fotografia - qualquer coisa que depois de muito tempo a gente possa olhar e sorrir, mesmo sem saber por quê. Melhor do que não sobrar nada, e que esse nada seja áspero como um tempo perdido. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Caio Fernando Abreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6768058357800942295-3186019061824598220?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/3186019061824598220/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=3186019061824598220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3186019061824598220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3186019061824598220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/08/mas-se-eu-tivesse-ficado-teria-sido.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFrhFuiB8TI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/fL5C8P1fsaA/s72-c/The_drunk_kids_by_Gullible.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-447354319011128380</id><published>2010-08-04T18:17:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T20:54:49.356-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deborah Strougo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFnbkc00C3I/AAAAAAAAAWI/oi_aw8bFcTY/s1600/tumblrl2ulhza07c1qaa31g_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFnbkc00C3I/AAAAAAAAAWI/oi_aw8bFcTY/s320/tumblrl2ulhza07c1qaa31g_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501669839069252466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;' Queria tanto lhe dizer, que ainda penso em você. Que não posso ficar sozinha, que meus pensamentos me levam até onde você está. É inevitável! Por mais que o tempo passe, por mais que a dor da decepção aumente, eu não consigo esconder, que sinto falta de você. Reviro nosso passado de cabeça à baixo, penso, repenso, morro por dentro. Quem sabe a vida vai mostrar, os sonhos que nos dois perdermos. Quem sabe o destino não nos preparou um grande futuro? Eu não sei, mas confesso que queria saber, pois em minha cabeça tenho a idéia fixa de que tudo pode acontecer, entre eu e você. O que me resta fazer? Do sentimento mais puro, só posso esperar o melhor. Que a gente ainda tenha a eternidade para viver, já que eu... ainda penso em você! ' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Deborah Strougo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6768058357800942295-447354319011128380?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/447354319011128380/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=447354319011128380&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/447354319011128380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/447354319011128380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/08/queria-tanto-lhe-dizer-que-ainda-penso.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFnbkc00C3I/AAAAAAAAAWI/oi_aw8bFcTY/s72-c/tumblrl2ulhza07c1qaa31g_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-2121422783786621326</id><published>2010-08-04T12:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T12:48:25.759-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clarice Lispector'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFmLqq3CBHI/AAAAAAAAAWA/-jwgUKlYocs/s1600/e44e967c387713ec1fc09c413800e433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFmLqq3CBHI/AAAAAAAAAWA/-jwgUKlYocs/s320/e44e967c387713ec1fc09c413800e433.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501581984985646194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;' Comecei uma listinha de sentimentos dos quais não sei o nome. Se recebo um presente dado com carinho por uma pessoa que não gosto - como se chama o que sinto? A saudade que se tem de pessoa de quem a gente não gosta mais, essa mágoa e esse rancor - como se chama? Estar ocupada - e de repente parar por ter sido tomada por uma súbita desocupação desanuviadora e beata, como se uma luz de milagre tivesse entrado na sala: como se chama o que se sentiu? '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6768058357800942295-2121422783786621326?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/2121422783786621326/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=2121422783786621326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/2121422783786621326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/2121422783786621326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/08/comecei-uma-listinha-de-sentimentos-dos.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFmLqq3CBHI/AAAAAAAAAWA/-jwgUKlYocs/s72-c/e44e967c387713ec1fc09c413800e433.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-5192305244823893353</id><published>2010-08-03T18:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T19:12:14.608-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caio F. Abreu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFiUJpf1_3I/AAAAAAAAAV4/PrkdDV-l-Ic/s1600/388d347365f9d814a9ee5878a2944be2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFiUJpf1_3I/AAAAAAAAAV4/PrkdDV-l-Ic/s320/388d347365f9d814a9ee5878a2944be2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501309838312210290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;' Chegue bem perto de mim. Me olhe, me toque, me diga qualquer coisa. Ou não diga nada, mas chegue mais perto. Não seja idiota, não deixe isso se perder, virar poeira, virar nada! '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Caio Fernando Abreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6768058357800942295-5192305244823893353?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/5192305244823893353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=5192305244823893353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/5192305244823893353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/5192305244823893353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/08/chegue-bem-perto-de-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFiUJpf1_3I/AAAAAAAAAV4/PrkdDV-l-Ic/s72-c/388d347365f9d814a9ee5878a2944be2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-1514167721639570118</id><published>2010-08-03T12:13:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T12:41:06.291-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFg33fNemsI/AAAAAAAAAVw/0PGvg-QbP8M/s1600/together_is_much_better_04__by_lovehounter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFg33fNemsI/AAAAAAAAAVw/0PGvg-QbP8M/s320/together_is_much_better_04__by_lovehounter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501208371243424450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; - É saudade então.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E mais uma vez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;De você fiz o desenho mais perfeito que se fez:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Os traços eu copiei do que não aconteceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As cores que escolhi, entre as tintas que inventei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Misturei com a promessa que nós dois nunca fizemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;De um dia sermos três.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Trabalhei você em luz e sombra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Acrilic on Canvas - Legião Urbana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6768058357800942295-1514167721639570118?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/1514167721639570118/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=1514167721639570118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/1514167721639570118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/1514167721639570118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-saudade-entao.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFg33fNemsI/AAAAAAAAAVw/0PGvg-QbP8M/s72-c/together_is_much_better_04__by_lovehounter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-1125343996550056164</id><published>2010-08-02T22:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T22:37:03.916-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tati Bernardi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFdyPQeydLI/AAAAAAAAAVo/i-IBkHmCLuY/s1600/Cheeky_by_NatalieTitchener.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFdyPQeydLI/AAAAAAAAAVo/i-IBkHmCLuY/s320/Cheeky_by_NatalieTitchener.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500991076304057522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;' E eu, finalmente, deixei de ter pena de mim por estar sem você e passei a ter pena de você por estar sem mim! ' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tati Bernardi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6768058357800942295-1125343996550056164?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/1125343996550056164/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=1125343996550056164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/1125343996550056164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/1125343996550056164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-eu-finalmente-deixei-de-ter-pena-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFdyPQeydLI/AAAAAAAAAVo/i-IBkHmCLuY/s72-c/Cheeky_by_NatalieTitchener.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-3849310574563600167</id><published>2010-08-02T11:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T12:10:16.291-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernanda Mello'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFbfjinCxEI/AAAAAAAAAVg/S4SoK-XBb0k/s1600/51e8503fc775bd0141e7fb24e1faa7a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFbfjinCxEI/AAAAAAAAAVg/S4SoK-XBb0k/s320/51e8503fc775bd0141e7fb24e1faa7a1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500829796558619714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;' Gosto de pensar assim: se a gente faz o que manda o coração, lá na frente, tudo se explica. Por isso, faço a minha sorte. Sou fiel ao que sinto. Aceito feliz quem eu sou. Não acho graça em quem não acha graça. Acho chato quem não se contradiz. As vezes desejo mal. Sou humana. Sou quase normal. Não ligo se gostarem de mim em partes. Mas desejo que eu me aceite por inteiro. Não sou perfeita, não sou previsível. Sou uma louca. Admiro grandes qualidades. Mas gosto mesmo dos pequenos defeitos. São eles que nos fazem grandes. Que nos fazem fortes. Que nos fazem acordar. Acho bonito quem tem orgulho de ser gente. Porque não é nada fácil, eu sei. Por isso continuo princesa. Continuo guerreira. Continuo na lua. Continuo na luta. No meio do caos que anda o mundo, aceitar é ser feliz! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fernanda Mello&lt;/span&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/6768058357800942295-3849310574563600167?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/3849310574563600167/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=3849310574563600167&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3849310574563600167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3849310574563600167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/08/gosto-de-pensar-assim-se-gente-faz-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFbfjinCxEI/AAAAAAAAAVg/S4SoK-XBb0k/s72-c/51e8503fc775bd0141e7fb24e1faa7a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-1798566746021039091</id><published>2010-08-01T19:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T19:55:12.425-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adriana Falcão'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFX7GeOhCYI/AAAAAAAAAVA/QPKJk0M7wqw/s1600/By_the_Light__by_inbrainstorm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFX7GeOhCYI/AAAAAAAAAVA/QPKJk0M7wqw/s320/By_the_Light__by_inbrainstorm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500578608514664834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;' Começa, e vai, se envolve, e sonha, e cai, e chora, e sofre (e como), não para, vai em frente, acredita, não recua, representa, e dança, e pula, se diverte, desaba, que agonia, não desiste, se levanta, recomeça, olha o riso, se aventura, não adianta, se entristece, se arrepia, se emociona, e, de repente, sem aviso, é o fim, e acaba tudo. (...) Nunca mais vou me apaixonar na vida. Mas posso mudar de idéia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Adriana Falcão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6768058357800942295-1798566746021039091?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/1798566746021039091/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=1798566746021039091&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/1798566746021039091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/1798566746021039091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/08/comeca-e-vai-se-envolve-e-sonha-e-cai-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFX7GeOhCYI/AAAAAAAAAVA/QPKJk0M7wqw/s72-c/By_the_Light__by_inbrainstorm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-1241214730009900825</id><published>2010-07-31T18:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T18:46:49.025-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFSZs9BzIMI/AAAAAAAAAU4/oAgK9EY7mio/s1600/1246831908311814.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFSZs9BzIMI/AAAAAAAAAU4/oAgK9EY7mio/s320/1246831908311814.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500190042501619906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;' Perder-se é uma maneira de fazer novos caminhos e quebrar a rotina. Ninguém acha um atalho sem se perder antes! ' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fabricio Carpinejar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6768058357800942295-1241214730009900825?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/1241214730009900825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=1241214730009900825&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/1241214730009900825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/1241214730009900825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/07/perder-se-e-uma-maneira-de-fazer-novos.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFSZs9BzIMI/AAAAAAAAAU4/oAgK9EY7mio/s72-c/1246831908311814.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-7691416139594963707</id><published>2010-07-30T16:22:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T17:04:35.499-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFMtzSaiqYI/AAAAAAAAAUw/YzWUNcl_KXs/s1600/Whatsoever__by_NyankoRin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFMtzSaiqYI/AAAAAAAAAUw/YzWUNcl_KXs/s320/Whatsoever__by_NyankoRin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499789929089247618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;' Foi o seu olhar o que me encantou... quero um pouco mais desse seu amor! ' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Seu olhar - Seu Jorge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6768058357800942295-7691416139594963707?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/7691416139594963707/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=7691416139594963707&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/7691416139594963707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/7691416139594963707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/07/foi-o-seu-olhar-o-que-me-encantou.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFMtzSaiqYI/AAAAAAAAAUw/YzWUNcl_KXs/s72-c/Whatsoever__by_NyankoRin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-812331553400692884</id><published>2010-07-29T22:53:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T23:03:21.655-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martha Medeiros'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFIySZUWP0I/AAAAAAAAAUg/m1R54cDitTk/s1600/Lost_Garden_by_RedFraction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFIySZUWP0I/AAAAAAAAAUg/m1R54cDitTk/s320/Lost_Garden_by_RedFraction.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499513386588061506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;' O único silêncio que perturba, é aquele que fala. E fala alto. É quando ninguém bate a nossa porta, não há e-mails na caixa de entrada, não há recados na secretária eletrônica e, mesmo assim, você entende a mensagem. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6768058357800942295-812331553400692884?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/812331553400692884/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=812331553400692884&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/812331553400692884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/812331553400692884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-unico-silencio-que-perturba-e-aquele_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFIySZUWP0I/AAAAAAAAAUg/m1R54cDitTk/s72-c/Lost_Garden_by_RedFraction.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-8160818736436276981</id><published>2010-07-28T16:22:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T22:07:48.790-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ana Jácomo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFDUTuOl0VI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oHBIwEEbRNE/s1600/Forever_and_Ever_by_ReighWalker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFDUTuOl0VI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oHBIwEEbRNE/s320/Forever_and_Ever_by_ReighWalker.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499128580311208274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;' E se não quisermos, não pudermos, não soubermos, com palavras, nos dizer um pouco para o outro, senta ao meu lado assim mesmo. Deixa os nossos olhos se encontrarem vez ou outra até nascer aquele sorriso bom que acontece quando a vida da gente se sente olhada com amor. Senta apenas ao meu lado e deixa o meu silêncio conversar com o seu. Às vezes, a gente nem precisa mesmo de palavras' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ana Jácomo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6768058357800942295-8160818736436276981?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/8160818736436276981/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=8160818736436276981&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/8160818736436276981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/8160818736436276981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/07/e-se-nao-quisermos-nao-pudermos-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFDUTuOl0VI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oHBIwEEbRNE/s72-c/Forever_and_Ever_by_ReighWalker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-2604759979430293396</id><published>2010-07-28T12:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T12:28:13.874-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clarice Lispector'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFBMV5LYL-I/AAAAAAAAAUE/XXbCKRagcMQ/s1600/9f8b47fb87862bec23215192c9d2d54f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFBMV5LYL-I/AAAAAAAAAUE/XXbCKRagcMQ/s320/9f8b47fb87862bec23215192c9d2d54f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498979084028882914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;' Minha alma tem o peso da luz. Tem o peso da música. Tem o peso da palavra nunca dita, prestes quem sabe a ser dita. Tem o peso de uma lembrança. Tem o peso de uma saudade. Tem o peso de um olhar. Pesa como uma ausência. E a lágrima que não se chorou. Tem o imaterial peso da solidão no meio de outros. ' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6768058357800942295-2604759979430293396?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/2604759979430293396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=2604759979430293396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/2604759979430293396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/2604759979430293396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/07/minha-alma-tem-o-peso-da-luz.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TFBMV5LYL-I/AAAAAAAAAUE/XXbCKRagcMQ/s72-c/9f8b47fb87862bec23215192c9d2d54f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-5076973589869118052</id><published>2010-07-27T15:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T15:58:49.468-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tati Bernardi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TE8sR4XF8zI/AAAAAAAAAT8/_0n22t06wiQ/s1600/piggy_back_ride_by_Sammys_Photography.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TE8sR4XF8zI/AAAAAAAAAT8/_0n22t06wiQ/s320/piggy_back_ride_by_Sammys_Photography.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498662355741307698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;' Eu nunca vou entender porque a gente continua voltando pra casa querendo ser de alguém, ainda que a gente esteja um ao lado do outro. Eu nunca vou entender porque você é exatamente o que eu quero, eu sou exatamente o que você quer, mas as nossas exatidões não funcionam numa conta de mais! ' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tati Bernardi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6768058357800942295-5076973589869118052?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/5076973589869118052/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=5076973589869118052&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/5076973589869118052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/5076973589869118052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/07/eu-nunca-vou-entender-porque-gente.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TE8sR4XF8zI/AAAAAAAAAT8/_0n22t06wiQ/s72-c/piggy_back_ride_by_Sammys_Photography.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-3939450539478076663</id><published>2010-07-27T00:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T01:50:55.771-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caio F. Abreu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TE5lUoAr3KI/AAAAAAAAAT0/AxAZdhVI-2E/s1600/tumblr_l2str9Hp5Y1qz4d4bo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TE5lUoAr3KI/AAAAAAAAAT0/AxAZdhVI-2E/s320/tumblr_l2str9Hp5Y1qz4d4bo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498443600078036130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;' ... Depois de todas as tempestades e naufrágios o que fica de mim e em mim é cada vez mais essencial e verdadeiro! '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Caio Fernando Abreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6768058357800942295-3939450539478076663?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/3939450539478076663/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=3939450539478076663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3939450539478076663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3939450539478076663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TE5lUoAr3KI/AAAAAAAAAT0/AxAZdhVI-2E/s72-c/tumblr_l2str9Hp5Y1qz4d4bo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-7893625483496022559</id><published>2010-07-11T17:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T12:00:54.802-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEM ÍNTIMO'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais uma vez eu tentei, mais uma tentativa em vão! Só que dessa vez não me culpo, não foi por erro meu, muito menos por medo, e sim porque há mudanças que não dependem de mim. E antes ter sido assim do que continuar em um relacionamento que daqui a algum tempo acabaria e com certeza teria alguém bem machucado. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foi bom ter tentado de novo, foi legal ter tido você por mais um tempo ao meu lado, sempre é bom ter a sua companhia. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Logo o tempo passa e tudo vai ficar lá no fundo do coração naquele baú, onde todas as lindas lembranças são depositadas. Te trago sempre comigo no meu coração! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se cuida e fica com Deus&lt;/em&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/6768058357800942295-7893625483496022559?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/7893625483496022559/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=7893625483496022559&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/7893625483496022559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/7893625483496022559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/07/mais-uma-vez-eu-tentei-mais-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-7724041523561225954</id><published>2010-07-11T12:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T12:50:42.167-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caio F. Abreu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TDnoL2xR2XI/AAAAAAAAATo/mGq1LTUR-L0/s1600/8ee59a4a1920aa470ff1c8eed8925ab9c554211f.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492676510933440882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TDnoL2xR2XI/AAAAAAAAATo/mGq1LTUR-L0/s320/8ee59a4a1920aa470ff1c8eed8925ab9c554211f.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;' Te desejo uma fé enorme, em qualquer coisa, não importa em quê, como aquela fé que a gente teve um dia, me deseja também uma coisa bonita, uma coisa qualquer maravilhosa, que me faça acreditar em tudo de novo, que nos faça acreditar em tudo outra vez! ' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caio Fernando de Abreu&lt;/em&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/6768058357800942295-7724041523561225954?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/7724041523561225954/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=7724041523561225954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/7724041523561225954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/7724041523561225954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/07/te-desejo-uma-fe-enorme-em-qualquer.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TDnoL2xR2XI/AAAAAAAAATo/mGq1LTUR-L0/s72-c/8ee59a4a1920aa470ff1c8eed8925ab9c554211f.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-1819786065145107857</id><published>2010-07-10T20:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T21:20:42.444-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mark Twain'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TDkFRIHk2gI/AAAAAAAAATY/TomWGg9mISM/s1600/a12o_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492427012350204418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TDkFRIHk2gI/AAAAAAAAATY/TomWGg9mISM/s320/a12o_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daqui a alguns anos, você estará mais arrependido pelas coisas que não fez do que pelas que fez. Então solte suas amarras. Afaste-se do porto seguro. Agarre o vento em suas velas. Explore. Sonhe. Descubra! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mark Twain&lt;/em&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/6768058357800942295-1819786065145107857?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/1819786065145107857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=1819786065145107857&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/1819786065145107857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/1819786065145107857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/07/daqui-alguns-anos-voce-estara-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TDkFRIHk2gI/AAAAAAAAATY/TomWGg9mISM/s72-c/a12o_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-7275965240952165586</id><published>2010-07-06T20:28:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T20:41:53.062-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martha Medeiros'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TDO_MDEMhuI/AAAAAAAAATQ/utUzCsB-TEA/s1600/103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490942584397006562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TDO_MDEMhuI/AAAAAAAAATQ/utUzCsB-TEA/s320/103.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;' Faço menos planos e cultivo menos recordações. Não guardo muitos papéis, nem adianto muito o serviço. Movimento-me num espaço cujo tamanho me serve, alcanço meus limites com as mãos, é nele que me instalo e vivo com a integridade possível. Canso menos, me divirto mais e não perco a fé por constatar o óbvio: tudo é provisório, inclusive NÓS! ' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;/em&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/6768058357800942295-7275965240952165586?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/7275965240952165586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=7275965240952165586&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/7275965240952165586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/7275965240952165586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/07/faco-menos-planos-e-cultivo-menos.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TDO_MDEMhuI/AAAAAAAAATQ/utUzCsB-TEA/s72-c/103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-4317753581507230452</id><published>2010-07-06T13:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T13:53:10.283-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paulo Coelho'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TDNfU9wACrI/AAAAAAAAATA/tcLbBtWH6I8/s1600/img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490837184472681138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TDNfU9wACrI/AAAAAAAAATA/tcLbBtWH6I8/s320/img.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;' Não existe nada de completamente errado no mundo, mesmo um relógio parado, consegue estar certo duas vezes por dia! ' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/em&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/6768058357800942295-4317753581507230452?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/4317753581507230452/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=4317753581507230452&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/4317753581507230452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/4317753581507230452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/07/nao-existe-nada-de-completamente-errado.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TDNfU9wACrI/AAAAAAAAATA/tcLbBtWH6I8/s72-c/img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-3026978293886671701</id><published>2010-07-02T13:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T13:54:42.345-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E o Brasiil chora...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TC4Zt9WugcI/AAAAAAAAAS4/eeKmyp_qnbI/s1600/Choro-pelo-Brasil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489353273165906370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TC4Zt9WugcI/AAAAAAAAAS4/eeKmyp_qnbI/s320/Choro-pelo-Brasil.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... mas uma vez o sonho do &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HEXA&lt;/span&gt; foi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;adiado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/6768058357800942295-3026978293886671701?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/3026978293886671701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=3026978293886671701&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3026978293886671701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/3026978293886671701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/07/e-o-brasiil-chora.html' title='E o Brasiil chora...'/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TC4Zt9WugcI/AAAAAAAAAS4/eeKmyp_qnbI/s72-c/Choro-pelo-Brasil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-154242326904623698</id><published>2010-07-01T20:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T21:16:08.691-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martha Medeiros'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TC0vvW_6WAI/AAAAAAAAASw/wfK3-K0jIE8/s1600/e324f2bc00ca4fbded6c238bfb8e8e2acf4f63d1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489096011508504578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TC0vvW_6WAI/AAAAAAAAASw/wfK3-K0jIE8/s320/e324f2bc00ca4fbded6c238bfb8e8e2acf4f63d1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gaste seu amor. Usufra-o até o fim. Enfrente os bons e os maus momentos, passe por tudo que tiver que passar, não se economize. Sinta todos os sabores que o amor tem, desde o adocicado do inicio até o amargo do fim, mas não saia da história na metade. Amores precisam dar a volta ao redor de si mesmo, fechando o próprio ciclo. Isso é que libera a gente para ser feliz de novo.&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 align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;/em&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/6768058357800942295-154242326904623698?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/154242326904623698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=154242326904623698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/154242326904623698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/154242326904623698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/07/gaste-seu-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TC0vvW_6WAI/AAAAAAAAASw/wfK3-K0jIE8/s72-c/e324f2bc00ca4fbded6c238bfb8e8e2acf4f63d1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-4940542061820610597</id><published>2010-07-01T15:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T15:43:20.063-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Millôr F.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TCzhsKeWSCI/AAAAAAAAASo/CIQnBmhbi2E/s1600/20903128_3d2769e578_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489010194699929634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TCzhsKeWSCI/AAAAAAAAASo/CIQnBmhbi2E/s320/20903128_3d2769e578_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;' Viver é desenhar sem borracha... ' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Millôr Fernandes&lt;/em&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/6768058357800942295-4940542061820610597?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/4940542061820610597/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=4940542061820610597&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/4940542061820610597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/4940542061820610597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/07/viver-e-desenhar-sem-borracha.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TCzhsKeWSCI/AAAAAAAAASo/CIQnBmhbi2E/s72-c/20903128_3d2769e578_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768058357800942295.post-5862657202343365153</id><published>2010-06-30T20:17:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T20:47:30.345-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caio F. Abreu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TCvWX4Kx2yI/AAAAAAAAASg/jTEv51dbXWw/s1600/500x500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488716276584012578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TCvWX4Kx2yI/AAAAAAAAASg/jTEv51dbXWw/s320/500x500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;' [...] No fim destes dias encontrar você que me sorri, que me abre os braços, que me abençoa e passa a mão na minha cara marcada, na minha cabeça confusa, que me olha no olho e me permite mergulhar no fundo quente da curva do teu ombro. Mergulho no cheiro que não defino, você me embala dentro dos seus braços e você me beija e você me aperta e você me aquieta repetindo que está tudo bem, tudo, tudo bem. ' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caio Fernando Abreu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/6768058357800942295-5862657202343365153?l=bah-frois18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/feeds/5862657202343365153/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768058357800942295&amp;postID=5862657202343365153&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/5862657202343365153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768058357800942295/posts/default/5862657202343365153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bah-frois18.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Fróis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853356664926724100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TSu96GRjN8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xXc33G_GL9k/S220/junina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2EIL4x5oa0Q/TCvWX4Kx2yI/AAAAAAAAASg/jTEv51dbXWw/s72-c/500x500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
