<?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-1565778278508138327</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:00:33.445-02:00</updated><category term='Poemas'/><category term='Esportes'/><title type='text'>Iηsidє Cøηfєssiøηs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-7311826657372045487</id><published>2011-11-10T22:24:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T22:29:01.781-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Brainstormin'</title><content type='html'>querer, poder, tentar, não saber, ter medo, de que?&lt;br /&gt;querer, poder, tentar, não saber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;medo do que será, ou do que poderia ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;medo de chegar e falar tudo o que gostaria.&lt;br /&gt;e o que seria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falar de querer, de poder, de não saber.&lt;br /&gt;falar sem precisar de palavras,&lt;br /&gt;falar com o olhar, com o sorriso, com um toque na mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quero, não sei, tenho medo.&lt;br /&gt;Posso eu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana Carolina S. Veloso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-7311826657372045487?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7311826657372045487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2011/11/brainstormin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/7311826657372045487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/7311826657372045487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2011/11/brainstormin.html' title='Brainstormin&apos;'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-3799895248727042654</id><published>2011-10-31T13:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T14:24:38.673-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Para um Poeta</title><content type='html'>Hoje, para quem não sabe é o "Dia D". E o que seria isso? Hoje é o aniversário de Carlos Drummond de Andrade! Estão havendo comemorações em diversos lugares do Brasil. E para não ficar de fora, vou postar um dos meus poemas em homenagem a esse grande mestre. (O poema é bem antigo, na verdade, mas um dos meus preferidos). Espero que gostem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Para um Poeta-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ana Carolina S. Veloso&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver-te feliz&lt;br /&gt;Pena não te ver sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;O poeta é um anunciante do coração&lt;br /&gt;Expressando através das letras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://redes.moderna.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/Carlos-Drummond-de-Andrade-Escrevendo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" src="http://redes.moderna.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/Carlos-Drummond-de-Andrade-Escrevendo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O&amp;nbsp; sentimento ou a ilusão..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero-te na estação ou no cais&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando acordo do meu sonho,&lt;br /&gt;Não te vejo mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois fazendo poesia&lt;br /&gt;É que agradeço seu legado&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes rindo ou emocionado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver-te muitas vezes,&lt;br /&gt;Pena não poder te ver mais&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-3799895248727042654?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3799895248727042654/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2011/10/para-um-poeta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/3799895248727042654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/3799895248727042654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2011/10/para-um-poeta.html' title='Para um Poeta'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-4788262699018515752</id><published>2011-10-30T19:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T19:50:12.615-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Só um desabafo</title><content type='html'>"Também"...&lt;br /&gt;O que dizer sobre essa palavra?&lt;br /&gt;"1. Da mesma forma; igualmente. 2.Além disso; ainda. 3.Por outro lado" (Dic. Aurélio)&lt;br /&gt;As vezes também pode expressar coisas bem diferentes, e pra mim, ultimamente, tem me parecido que coloca a pessoa em segundo lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de escutar "tambéns" de pessoas que eu não colocaria em segundo lugar, pois são pessoas importantes para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Queria me sentir importante para alguém, sem vírgulas, sem poréns e sem "tambéns".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-4788262699018515752?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4788262699018515752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-um-desabafo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/4788262699018515752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/4788262699018515752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-um-desabafo.html' title='Só um desabafo'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-1289023352676524131</id><published>2011-10-22T20:58:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T21:06:36.735-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Notepad Confessions [11]</title><content type='html'>Algumas palavras soltas&lt;div&gt;parecem presas na garganta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como queria poder dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como queria esse medo perder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me sinto de uma maneira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como se no meio de uma floresta fria escura, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;você fosse minha clareira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como queria ter a chave dessa fechadura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para libertar todo esse sentimento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que já declarei a você em mil gestos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas só em pensamento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero calar o medo, a insegurança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quero poder ouvir a música e viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;viver momentos que não fiquem na imaginação,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas na lembrança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se as vezes fico sem jeito,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;se as vezes fico agitado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é porque meu coração não me permite ficar parado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ana Carolina S. Veloso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-1289023352676524131?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1289023352676524131/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2011/10/notepad-confessions-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/1289023352676524131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/1289023352676524131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2011/10/notepad-confessions-11.html' title='Notepad Confessions [11]'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-7153776253198637855</id><published>2011-10-22T20:42:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T20:51:25.249-02:00</updated><title type='text'>É Hora de Mudar</title><content type='html'>Depois de muito tempo com o blog parado, resolvi retomar o projeto.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vamos mudar, diferenciar, diversificar, mas sem perder a inspiração, o carinho, e a cabeça (acho que ninguém pode garantir essa, mas vou tentar... rs).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/1565778278508138327-7153776253198637855?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7153776253198637855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2011/10/e-hora-de-mudar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/7153776253198637855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/7153776253198637855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2011/10/e-hora-de-mudar.html' title='É Hora de Mudar'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-433298285664199590</id><published>2010-10-29T10:58:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T10:58:29.864-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor pra recomeçar - Frejat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p style='background: white'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Trebuchet MS'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#999999; font-size:8pt'&gt;Composição: Frejat/Mauricio Barros/Mauro Sta. Cecília&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;					&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='background: white'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#555555; font-family:Trebuchet MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;Eu te desejo&lt;br/&gt;Não parar tão cedo&lt;br/&gt;Pois toda idade tem&lt;br/&gt;Prazer e medo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='background: white'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#555555; font-family:Trebuchet MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;E com os que erram&lt;br/&gt;Feio e bastante&lt;br/&gt;Que você consiga&lt;br/&gt;Ser tolerante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='background: white'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#555555; font-family:Trebuchet MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;Quando você ficar triste&lt;br/&gt;Que seja por um dia&lt;br/&gt;E não o ano inteiro&lt;br/&gt;E que você descubra&lt;br/&gt;Que rir é bom&lt;br/&gt;Mas que rir de tudo&lt;br/&gt;É desespero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='background: white'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#555555; font-family:Trebuchet MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;Desejo!&lt;br/&gt;Que você tenha a quem amar&lt;br/&gt;E quando estiver bem cansado&lt;br/&gt;Ainda, exista amor&lt;br/&gt;Prá recomeçar&lt;br/&gt;Prá recomeçar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='background: white'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#555555; font-family:Trebuchet MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;Eu te desejo muitos amigos&lt;br/&gt;Mas que em um&lt;br/&gt;Você possa confiar&lt;br/&gt;E que tenha até&lt;br/&gt;Inimigos&lt;br/&gt;Prá você não deixar&lt;br/&gt;De duvidar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='background: white'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#555555; font-family:Trebuchet MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;Quando você ficar triste&lt;br/&gt;Que seja por um dia&lt;br/&gt;E não o ano inteiro&lt;br/&gt;E que você descubra&lt;br/&gt;Que rir é bom&lt;br/&gt;Mas que rir de tudo&lt;br/&gt;É desespero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='background: white'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#555555; font-family:Trebuchet MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;Desejo!&lt;br/&gt;Que você tenha a quem amar&lt;br/&gt;E quando estiver bem cansado&lt;br/&gt;Ainda, exista amor&lt;br/&gt;Prá recomeçar&lt;br/&gt;Prá recomeçar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='background: white'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#555555; font-family:Trebuchet MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;Eu desejo!&lt;br/&gt;Que você ganhe dinheiro&lt;br/&gt;Pois é preciso&lt;br/&gt;Viver também&lt;br/&gt;E que você diga a ele&lt;br/&gt;Pelo menos uma vez&lt;br/&gt;Quem é mesmo&lt;br/&gt;O dono de quem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='background: white'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#555555; font-family:Trebuchet MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;Desejo!&lt;br/&gt;Que você tenha a quem amar&lt;br/&gt;E quando estiver bem cansado&lt;br/&gt;Ainda, exista amor&lt;br/&gt;Prá recomeçar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='background: white'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#555555; font-family:Trebuchet MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;Eu desejo!&lt;br/&gt;Que você tenha a quem amar&lt;br/&gt;E quando estiver bem cansado&lt;br/&gt;Ainda, exista amor&lt;br/&gt;Prá recomeçar&lt;br/&gt;Prá recomeçar&lt;br/&gt;Prá recomeçar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-433298285664199590?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/433298285664199590/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/10/amor-pra-recomecar-frejat.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/433298285664199590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/433298285664199590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/10/amor-pra-recomecar-frejat.html' title='Amor pra recomeçar - Frejat'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-1922112286814844987</id><published>2010-10-25T21:49:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T21:49:51.755-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Educação Sentimental II  - Kid Abelha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:black; font-family:Arial'&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8pt'&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10pt'&gt;A vida que me ensinaram como uma vida normal&lt;br/&gt;Tinha trabalho, dinheiro, família, filhos e tal&lt;br/&gt;Era tudo tão perfeito se tudo fosse só isso&lt;br/&gt;Mas isso é menos do que tudo, &lt;br/&gt;É menos do que eu preciso&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Agora você vai embora e eu não sei o que fazer&lt;br/&gt;Ninguém me explicou na escola&lt;br/&gt;Ninguém vai me responder&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Eu sei a hora do mundo inteiro&lt;br/&gt;Mas não sei quando parar&lt;br/&gt;É tanto medo de sofrimento &lt;br/&gt;Que eu sofro só de pensar&lt;br/&gt;A quem eu devo perguntar aonde eu vou procurar&lt;br/&gt;Um livro onde aprender a você não me deixar&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Agora você vai embora e eu não sei o que fazer&lt;br/&gt;Ninguém me explicou na escola&lt;br/&gt;Ninguém vai me responder &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Arial'&gt;&lt;span style='color:black'&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:3pt'&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.vagalume.com.br/kid-abelha/educacao-sentimental-ii.html'/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#003399; text-decoration:underline'&gt;http://www.vagalume.com.br/kid-abelha/educacao-sentimental-ii.html#ixzz13PwzuRh7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='color:black'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-1922112286814844987?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1922112286814844987/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/10/educacao-sentimental-ii-kid-abelha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/1922112286814844987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/1922112286814844987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/10/educacao-sentimental-ii-kid-abelha.html' title='Educação Sentimental II  - Kid Abelha'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-7611662501515527867</id><published>2010-10-16T21:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T21:47:52.793-03:00</updated><title type='text'>AMORES IMPERFEITOS - Skank</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p style='background: white'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='background: white'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Arial'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#333333'&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Não precisa me lembrar&lt;br/&gt;Não vou fugir de nada&lt;br/&gt;Sinto muito se não fui feito o sonho seu&lt;br/&gt;Mas sempre fica alguma coisa&lt;br/&gt;Alguma roupa pra buscar&lt;br/&gt;Eu posso afastar a mesa&lt;br/&gt;Quando você precisar&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sei que amores imperfeitos &lt;br/&gt;São as flores da estação&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Eu não quero ver você &lt;br/&gt;Passar a noite em claro&lt;br/&gt;Sinto muito se não fui seu mais raro amor&lt;br/&gt;E quando o dia terminar&lt;br/&gt;E quando o sol se inclinar&lt;br/&gt;Eu posso por uma toalha &lt;br/&gt;E te servir o jantar&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sei que amores imperfeitos&lt;br/&gt;São as flores da estação &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Mentira se eu disser &lt;br/&gt;Que não penso mais em você&lt;br/&gt;E quantas páginas o amor já mereceu&lt;br/&gt;Os filósofos não dizem nada&lt;br/&gt;Que eu não possa dizer&lt;br/&gt;Quantos versos sobre nós eu já guardei&lt;br/&gt;Deixa a luz daquela sala acesa&lt;br/&gt;E me peça pra voltar&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Não precisa me lembrar&lt;br/&gt;Não vou fugir de nada&lt;br/&gt;Sinto muito se não fui feito o sonho seu&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sei que amores imperfeitos &lt;br/&gt;São as flores da estação&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Mentira se eu disser &lt;br/&gt;Que não penso mais em você&lt;br/&gt;E quantas páginas o amor já mereceu&lt;br/&gt;Os filósofos não dizem nada&lt;br/&gt;Que eu não possa dizer&lt;br/&gt;Quantos versos sobre nós eu já guardei&lt;br/&gt;Deixa a luz daquela sala acesa&lt;br/&gt;E me peça pra voltar&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sei que amores imperfeitos &lt;br/&gt;São as flores da estação(2x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='color:#0095b2; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;					&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Arial; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:black'&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.vagalume.com.br/skank/amores-imperfeitos.html#ixzz12ZYfGI2m'/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;http://www.vagalume.com.br/skank/amores-imperfeitos.html#ixzz12ZYfGI2m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-7611662501515527867?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7611662501515527867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/10/amores-imperfeitos-skank.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/7611662501515527867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/7611662501515527867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/10/amores-imperfeitos-skank.html' title='AMORES IMPERFEITOS - Skank'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-8069952086807964912</id><published>2010-10-13T20:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T20:41:21.196-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Você Não Me Ensinou a Te Esquecer – Caetano Veloso – Tema do Filme: Lisbela e O Prisioneiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Trebuchet MS'&gt;&lt;span style='color:#999999; font-size:8pt'&gt;Composição: Fernando Mendes / José Wilson / Lucas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='color:black; font-size:12pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;					&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#555555; font-family:Trebuchet MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;Não vejo mais você faz tanto tempo&lt;br/&gt;Que vontade que eu sinto&lt;br/&gt;De olhar em seus olhos, ganhar seus abraços&lt;br/&gt;É verdade, eu não minto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#555555; font-family:Trebuchet MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;E nesse desespero em que me vejo&lt;br/&gt;Já cheguei a tal ponto&lt;br/&gt;De me trocar diversas vezes por você&lt;br/&gt;Só pra ver se te encontro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#555555; font-family:Trebuchet MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;Você bem que podia perdoar&lt;br/&gt;E só mais uma vez me aceitar&lt;br/&gt;Prometo agora vou fazer por onde nunca mais perdê-la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#555555; font-family:Trebuchet MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;Agora, que faço eu da vida sem você?&lt;br/&gt;Você não me ensinou a te esquecer&lt;br/&gt;Você só me ensinou a te querer&lt;br/&gt;E te querendo eu vou tentando te encontrar&lt;br/&gt;Vou me perdendo&lt;br/&gt;Buscando em outros braços seus abraços&lt;br/&gt;Perdido no vazio de outros passos&lt;br/&gt;Do abismo em que você se retirou&lt;br/&gt;E me atirou e me deixou aqui sozinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#555555; font-family:Trebuchet MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;Agora, que faço eu da vida sem você?&lt;br/&gt;Você não me ensinou a te esquecer&lt;br/&gt;Você só me ensinou a te querer&lt;br/&gt;e te querendo eu vou tentando me encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#555555; font-family:Trebuchet MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;E nesse desespero em que me vejo&lt;br/&gt;já cheguei a tal ponto&lt;br/&gt;de me trocar diversas vezes por você&lt;br/&gt;só pra ver se te encontro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#555555; font-family:Trebuchet MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;Você bem que podia perdoar&lt;br/&gt;E só mais uma vez me aceitar&lt;br/&gt;Prometo agora vou fazer por onde nunca mais perdê-la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#555555; font-family:Trebuchet MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;Agora, que faço eu da vida sem você?&lt;br/&gt;Você não me ensinou a te esquecer&lt;br/&gt;Você só me ensinou a te querer&lt;br/&gt;E te querendo eu vou tentando te encontrar&lt;br/&gt;Vou me perdendo&lt;br/&gt;Buscando em outros braços seus abraços&lt;br/&gt;Perdido no vazio de outros passos&lt;br/&gt;Do abismo em que você se retirou&lt;br/&gt;E me atirou e me deixou aqui sozinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#555555; font-family:Trebuchet MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;Agora, que faço eu da vida sem você?&lt;br/&gt;Você não me ensinou a te esquecer&lt;br/&gt;Você só me ensinou a te querer&lt;br/&gt;e te querendo eu vou tentando te encontrar&lt;br/&gt;Vou me perdendo&lt;br/&gt;Buscando em outros braços seus abraços&lt;br/&gt;Perdido no vazio de outros passos&lt;br/&gt;Do abismo em que você se retirou&lt;br/&gt;E me atirou e me deixou aqui sozinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#555555; font-family:Trebuchet MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;Agora, que faço eu da vida sem você?&lt;br/&gt;Você não me ensinou a te esquecer&lt;br/&gt;Você só me ensinou a te querer&lt;br/&gt;E te querendo eu vou tentando me encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Em: &lt;a href='http://letras.terra.com.br/caetano-veloso/72788/'&gt;http://letras.terra.com.br/caetano-veloso/72788/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-8069952086807964912?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8069952086807964912/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/10/voce-nao-me-ensinou-te-esquecer-caetano.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/8069952086807964912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/8069952086807964912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/10/voce-nao-me-ensinou-te-esquecer-caetano.html' title='Você Não Me Ensinou a Te Esquecer – Caetano Veloso – Tema do Filme: Lisbela e O Prisioneiro'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-8311160092332114656</id><published>2010-10-03T20:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T20:38:53.484-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh! Darling – The Beatles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#555555; font-family:Trebuchet MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;Oh, darling.&lt;br/&gt;Please believe me.&lt;br/&gt;I'll never do you no harm.&lt;br/&gt;Believe me when I tell you,&lt;br/&gt;I'll never do you no harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#555555; font-family:Trebuchet MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;Oh, darling.&lt;br/&gt;If you leave me,&lt;br/&gt;I'll never make it alone.&lt;br/&gt;Believe me when I beg you,&lt;br/&gt;Don't ever leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#555555; font-family:Trebuchet MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;When you told me&lt;br/&gt;You didn't need me anymore,&lt;br/&gt;Well, you know, I nearly&lt;br/&gt;Broke down and cried.&lt;br/&gt;When you told me&lt;br/&gt;You didn't need me anymore,&lt;br/&gt;Well, you know, I nearly&lt;br/&gt;Fell down and died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#555555; font-family:Trebuchet MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;Oh, darling.&lt;br/&gt;If you leave me,&lt;br/&gt;I'll never make it alone.&lt;br/&gt;Believe me when I tell you,&lt;br/&gt;I'll never do you no harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#555555; font-family:Trebuchet MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;Believe me, darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#555555; font-family:Trebuchet MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;When you told me&lt;br/&gt;You didn't need me anymore,&lt;br/&gt;Well, you know, I nearly&lt;br/&gt;Broke down and cried.&lt;br/&gt;When you told me&lt;br/&gt;You didn't need me anymore,&lt;br/&gt;Well, you know, I nearly&lt;br/&gt;Fell down and died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#555555; font-family:Trebuchet MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;Oh, darling.&lt;br/&gt;Please believe me.&lt;br/&gt;I'll never let you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#555555; font-family:Trebuchet MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;Oh, believe me, darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#555555; font-family:Trebuchet MS; font-size:10pt'&gt;Believe me when I tell you,&lt;br/&gt;I'll never do you no harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-8311160092332114656?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8311160092332114656/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-darling-beatles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/8311160092332114656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/8311160092332114656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-darling-beatles.html' title='Oh! Darling – The Beatles'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-6147224580010681115</id><published>2010-09-30T23:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T23:02:57.608-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não Tenha Pressa – Vander Lee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Arial'&gt;&lt;span style='color:black'&gt;NÃO TENHA MEDO&lt;br/&gt;NÃO VENHA CEDO&lt;br/&gt;NÃO MUDE O ENREDO&lt;br/&gt;PODE SER RUIM&lt;br/&gt;NÃO TENHA PRESSA&lt;br/&gt;NÃO TEM PROMESSA&lt;br/&gt;NÃO DÊ, NÃO PEÇA&lt;br/&gt;NÃO ME MEÇA ASSIM&lt;br/&gt;SÓ COMA OS FRUTOS&lt;br/&gt;SÓ SIGA UM TRILHO&lt;br/&gt;NÃO COLHA FLORES&lt;br/&gt;EM OUTRO JARDIM&lt;br/&gt;NÃO ME ESCRAVIZE&lt;br/&gt;NÃO FAÇA BRISA,&lt;br/&gt;QUE O VENTO VEM...&lt;br/&gt;E TE LEVA DE MIM&lt;br/&gt;NÃO CONTE OS PASSOS&lt;br/&gt;NÃO CANTE GLÓRIA&lt;br/&gt;NÃO CORTE O IMPULSO&lt;br/&gt;DA NOSSA HISTORIA&lt;br/&gt;NÃO VENDA A ALMA&lt;br/&gt;NÃO PERCA A CALMA&lt;br/&gt;RESPEITE OS TRAUMAS&lt;br/&gt;DESSA TRAJETÓRIA&lt;br/&gt;SÓ COM AS FRUTOS&lt;br/&gt;SÓ SIGA UM TRILHO&lt;br/&gt;NÃO COLHA FLORES&lt;br/&gt;DE OUTRO JARDIM&lt;br/&gt;NÃO ME ESCRAVIZE&lt;br/&gt;NÃO FAÇA BRISA&lt;br/&gt;QUE O VENTO VEM&lt;br/&gt;E TE LEVA DE MIM&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8pt'&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.vagalume.com.br/vander-lee/nao-tenha-pressa.html'/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='color:#003399; font-size:8pt'&gt;http://www.vagalume.com.br/vander-lee/nao-tenha-pressa.html#ixzz114Iv1BQu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-6147224580010681115?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6147224580010681115/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/09/nao-tenha-pressa-vander-lee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/6147224580010681115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/6147224580010681115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/09/nao-tenha-pressa-vander-lee.html' title='Não Tenha Pressa – Vander Lee'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-1590096302068889410</id><published>2010-08-22T20:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T20:47:51.543-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Notepad Confessions [10]</title><content type='html'>Detrás da montanha&lt;div&gt;adormece o Sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A cor é azul marinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e a lua está no fundo do mar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;em dois céus cheios de estrelas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Sol é dos trabalhadores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quando está a pino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e ele acorda sobre a montanha,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;visão para os apaixonados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e a lua agora dorme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e também seu céu estrelado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ana Carolina S. Veloso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-1590096302068889410?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1590096302068889410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/notepad-confessions-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/1590096302068889410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/1590096302068889410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/notepad-confessions-10.html' title='Notepad Confessions [10]'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-6631777734600396901</id><published>2010-08-13T21:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T22:08:59.796-03:00</updated><title type='text'>In english</title><content type='html'>I'll cry tonight&lt;div&gt;And all the nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That you are gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll cry today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all the days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That you are away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its all your fault&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the one who makes me cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can I like you this much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can I think about you every time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How didi you put&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inside my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your voice, your perfume?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know nothing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll never be sure of anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing I really know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is that this thing I feel for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is LOVE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ana Carolina S. Veloso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;um poema meio antigo... mas que gosto bastante...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-6631777734600396901?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6631777734600396901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-english.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/6631777734600396901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/6631777734600396901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-english.html' title='In english'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-880204362768300597</id><published>2010-06-20T09:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T09:03:05.927-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Notepad Confessions [9]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;À noite canto para a Lua,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quem sabe ela te encontra,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E canta para você?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não tem como controlar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A cada segundo me vem mil lembranças de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E por isso canto para a Lua, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Esperando que você enxergue nela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O amor que eu sinto por você,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Expressado em uma serenata rouca, talvez muda,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mas que levada pela luz serena e pelos ventos de uma noite fria,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Em que o que mais preciso é o seu calor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-880204362768300597?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/880204362768300597/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/notepad-confessions-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/880204362768300597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/880204362768300597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/notepad-confessions-9.html' title='Notepad Confessions [9]'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-1503089113056263042</id><published>2010-06-17T10:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T11:00:57.225-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Copa do Mundo</title><content type='html'>Gente, estou fazendo algumas participações especiais no Bolg do Narciso (&lt;a href="http://www.ls.narciso.zip.net/"&gt;www.ls.narciso.zip.net&lt;/a&gt;) comentando alguns jogos da Copa. Passa lá e comenta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-1503089113056263042?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1503089113056263042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/copa-do-mundo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/1503089113056263042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/1503089113056263042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/copa-do-mundo.html' title='Copa do Mundo'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-5292409709061655834</id><published>2010-06-12T08:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T08:19:06.650-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Fica comigo?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/TBNs7_6D3XI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mRZFxqt4E1I/s1600/abra%25E7o_amigo-32.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 477px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 382px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481844949463063922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/TBNs7_6D3XI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mRZFxqt4E1I/s320/abra%25E7o_amigo-32.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/1565778278508138327-5292409709061655834?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5292409709061655834/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/fica-comigo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/5292409709061655834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/5292409709061655834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/fica-comigo.html' title=''/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/TBNs7_6D3XI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mRZFxqt4E1I/s72-c/abra%25E7o_amigo-32.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-2276766893317838740</id><published>2010-05-23T19:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T19:34:24.653-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Notepad confessions [8]</title><content type='html'>A vida vai tomando novos rumos&lt;br /&gt;e vou me moldando aos novos caminhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida tá meio parada.&lt;br /&gt;E eu numa correria danada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(continua...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-2276766893317838740?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2276766893317838740/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/05/notepad-confessions-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/2276766893317838740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/2276766893317838740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/05/notepad-confessions-8.html' title='Notepad confessions [8]'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-4358935420474719245</id><published>2010-05-15T11:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T11:14:57.708-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Paciência - Lenine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Arial; font-size:8pt'&gt;Mesmo quando tudo pede um pouco mais de calma&lt;br/&gt;Até quando o corpo pede um pouco mais de alma&lt;br/&gt;A vida não para&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Enquanto o tempo acelera e pede pressa&lt;br/&gt;Eu me recuso faço hora vou na valsa&lt;br/&gt;A vida é tão rara&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Enquanto todo mundo espera a cura do mal&lt;br/&gt;E a loucura finge que isso tudo é normal&lt;br/&gt;Eu finjo ter paciência&lt;br/&gt;O mundo vai girando cada vez mais veloz&lt;br/&gt;A gente espera do mundo e o mundo espera de nós&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Um pouco mais de paciência &lt;br/&gt;Será que é o tempo que lhe falta pra perceber &lt;br/&gt;Será que temos esse tempo pra perder&lt;br/&gt;E quem quer saber &lt;br/&gt;A vida é tão rara (Tão rara)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Mesmo quando tudo pede um pouco mais de calma &lt;br/&gt;Até quando o corpo pede um pouco mais de alma &lt;br/&gt;Eu sei, a vida não para (a vida não para não)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Será que é tempo que me falta pra perceber&lt;br/&gt;Será que temos esse tempo pra perder &lt;br/&gt;E quem quer saber &lt;br/&gt;A vida é tão rara (tão rara)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Mesmo quando tudo pede um pouco mais de calma &lt;br/&gt;Até quando o corpo pede um pouco mais de alma &lt;br/&gt;Eu sei,a vida não para (a vida não para não... a vida&lt;br/&gt;não para)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-4358935420474719245?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4358935420474719245/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/05/paciencia-lenine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/4358935420474719245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/4358935420474719245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/05/paciencia-lenine.html' title='Paciência - Lenine'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-543058534118156173</id><published>2010-05-15T00:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T00:39:01.077-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Notepad confessions [7]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;eu sei que no nosso caminho haverão pedras,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;que muitos espinhos podem aparecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;muitas vezes iremos chorar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;muitas vezes iremos sangrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sei que é duro persistir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;os pés doem, as feridas marcam, e o coração se desmancha em lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mas tenho que insistir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;os caminhos da vida sempre serão difíceis,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;as palavras nem sempre ajudarão a suportar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mas tenho a certeza de que eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;e que para a vida, isso deve valer de alguma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;as pedras e os espinhos não se moverão,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; mas com você ao meu lado,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; sei que menos me machucarão.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-543058534118156173?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/543058534118156173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/05/notepad-confessions-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/543058534118156173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/543058534118156173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/05/notepad-confessions-7.html' title='Notepad confessions [7]'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-7211011196311626567</id><published>2010-05-14T23:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T23:12:09.964-03:00</updated><title type='text'>She – Elvis Costello</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Acho essa música muito linda. Faz parte da trilha sonora do filme "Um Lugar Chamado Notting Hill".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She&lt;br /&gt;May be the face I can't forget.&lt;br /&gt;A trace of pleasure or regret&lt;br /&gt;May be my treasure or the price I have to pay.&lt;br /&gt;She may be the song that summer sings.&lt;br /&gt;May be the chill that autumn brings.&lt;br /&gt;May be a hundred different things&lt;br /&gt;Within the measure of a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She&lt;br /&gt;May be the beauty or the beast.&lt;br /&gt;May be the famine or the feast.&lt;br /&gt;May turn each day into a heaven or a hell.&lt;br /&gt;She may be the mirror of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;A smile reflected in a stream&lt;br /&gt;She may not be what she may seem&lt;br /&gt;Inside her shell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She who always seems so happy in a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;Whose eyes can be so private and so proud&lt;br /&gt;No one's allowed to see them when they cry.&lt;br /&gt;She may be the love that cannot hope to last&lt;br /&gt;May come to me from shadows of the past.&lt;br /&gt;That I'll remember till the day I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She&lt;br /&gt;May be the reason I survive&lt;br /&gt;The why and wherefore I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;The one I'll care for through the rough and ready years&lt;br /&gt;Me I'll take her laughter and her tears&lt;br /&gt;And make them all my souvenirs&lt;br /&gt;For where she goes I've got to be&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of my life is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She, she, she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-7211011196311626567?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7211011196311626567/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/05/she-elvis-costello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/7211011196311626567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/7211011196311626567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/05/she-elvis-costello.html' title='She – Elvis Costello'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-8848565920421658813</id><published>2010-05-06T21:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T21:48:59.081-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Reviravolta I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:9pt'&gt;Minha lua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:9pt'&gt;Tornou-se sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:9pt'&gt;Minha noite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:9pt'&gt;Tornou-se dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:9pt'&gt;Minha amizade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:9pt'&gt;Tornou-se amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:9pt'&gt;E meu pensamento,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:9pt'&gt;Poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-8848565920421658813?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8848565920421658813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/05/reviravolta-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/8848565920421658813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/8848565920421658813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/05/reviravolta-i.html' title='Reviravolta I'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-7569139933978391309</id><published>2010-04-18T20:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T20:25:15.199-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Pinguins</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461622089901051986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/S8uUWpX6kFI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Ca0rMwSixVY/s320/1263178048131_f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bom, adoro essa tirinha! E a dedico para alguém muuuuuuuuuuito especial na minha vida. (essa pessoa sabe quem é).&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/S8uUW2jjYYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/E_3aLmDg6DI/s1600/Comic___Be_My_Penguin_by_Rimfrost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461622093439525250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/S8uUW2jjYYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/E_3aLmDg6DI/s320/Comic___Be_My_Penguin_by_Rimfrost.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1565778278508138327-7569139933978391309?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7569139933978391309/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/04/os-pinguins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/7569139933978391309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/7569139933978391309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/04/os-pinguins.html' title='Os Pinguins'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/S8uUWpX6kFI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Ca0rMwSixVY/s72-c/1263178048131_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-5382017381716455029</id><published>2010-04-11T10:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T10:15:36.803-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desculpas</title><content type='html'>Peço desculpas aos meus leitores se não tenho postado o suficiente para manter o interesse no blog. É que a vida tá difícil.&lt;br /&gt;Mas vamos tentando colocar sempre coisas novas, ou mesmo antigas, mais fotos, enfim, conteúdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas preciso de sugestões do que mudar no blog para deixá-lo sempre melhor para vocês.&lt;br /&gt;Então, comentem! Gosto quando tenho a opinião de vocês! podem falar sobre quaquer coisa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraços&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-5382017381716455029?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5382017381716455029/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/04/desculpas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/5382017381716455029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/5382017381716455029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/04/desculpas.html' title='Desculpas'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-8961985678420070759</id><published>2010-03-30T21:59:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T22:04:24.477-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Only You (and You Alone) – Ringo Starr</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;(Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo-oo, oo-oo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;Only you can make this world seem right,&lt;br /&gt;Only you can make the darkness bright.&lt;br /&gt;Only you and you alone&lt;br /&gt;Can thrill me like you do,&lt;br /&gt;And fill my heart with love for only you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;Only you can make this change in me,&lt;br /&gt;For it's true, you are my destiny.&lt;br /&gt;When you hold my hand i understand&lt;br /&gt;The magic that you do.&lt;br /&gt;You're my dream come true,&lt;br /&gt;My one and only you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;-"only you can make this world seem right,&lt;br /&gt;Only you can make the darkness bright."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;Only you and you alone&lt;br /&gt;Can thrill me like you do,&lt;br /&gt;And fill my heart with love for only you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;Only you can make this change in me,&lt;br /&gt;For it's true, you are my destiny.&lt;br /&gt;When you hold my hand i understand&lt;br /&gt;The magic that you do.&lt;br /&gt;You're my dream come true,&lt;br /&gt;My one, my one and only you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Only you,&lt;br /&gt;Only you,&lt;br /&gt;Only you,&lt;br /&gt;Only you,&lt;br /&gt;Only you, (only you)&lt;br /&gt;Only you, (only you)&lt;br /&gt;Mm-mm-mm-mm,&lt;br /&gt;Mm-mm-mm-mm, (only you)&lt;br /&gt;Mm-mm-mm-mm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-8961985678420070759?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8961985678420070759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/03/only-you-and-you-alone-ringo-starr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/8961985678420070759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/8961985678420070759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/03/only-you-and-you-alone-ringo-starr.html' title='Only You (and You Alone) – Ringo Starr'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-6216781419655256420</id><published>2010-03-22T21:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:56:34.295-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiração [5]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/S6gRo8aV8II/AAAAAAAAAEc/cpL69OieiUc/s1600-h/senna1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451626744041042050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/S6gRo8aV8II/AAAAAAAAAEc/cpL69OieiUc/s320/senna1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Chegando um pouco atrasada, mas não consigo ser tão veloz como ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Esse post de inspiração é dedicado a Ayrton Senna, ídolo do automobilismo brasileiro que ontem completaria 50 anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1565778278508138327-6216781419655256420?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6216781419655256420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/03/inspiracao-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/6216781419655256420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/6216781419655256420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/03/inspiracao-5.html' title='Inspiração [5]'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/S6gRo8aV8II/AAAAAAAAAEc/cpL69OieiUc/s72-c/senna1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-1335105865256468417</id><published>2010-03-22T21:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:53:38.147-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiração [4]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tempo demais que não posto aqui!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aproveitando o espaço que consegui hoje, vou colocar mais um para a coleção inspirações:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:17;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chega de Saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/tom-jobim/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:13;color:#b7b700;"&gt;Tom Jobim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:13;color:#b7b700;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;color:#000000;"&gt;Composição: Tom Jobim e Vinícius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:18;color:#000000;"&gt;Vai minha tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;e diz a ela que sem ela não pode ser,&lt;br /&gt;diz-lhe, numa prece&lt;br /&gt;Que ela regresse, porque eu não posso Mais sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;Chega, de saudade&lt;br /&gt;a realidade, É que sem ela não há paz,&lt;br /&gt;não há beleza&lt;br /&gt;É só tristeza e a melancolia&lt;br /&gt;Que não sai de mim, não sai de mim, não sai&lt;br /&gt;Mas se ela voltar, se ela voltar&lt;br /&gt;Que coisa linda, que coisa louca&lt;br /&gt;Pois há menos peixinhos a nadar no mar&lt;br /&gt;Do que os beijinhos que eu darei&lt;br /&gt;Na sua boca,&lt;br /&gt;dentro dos meus braços&lt;br /&gt;Os abraços hão de ser milhões de abraços&lt;br /&gt;Apertado assim, colado assim, calado assim&lt;br /&gt;Abraços e beijinhos, e carinhos sem ter fim&lt;br /&gt;Que é pra acabar com esse negócio de você viver sem mim.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais esse negócio de você longe de mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-1335105865256468417?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1335105865256468417/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/03/inspiracao-4_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/1335105865256468417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/1335105865256468417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/03/inspiracao-4_22.html' title='Inspiração [4]'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-8409514259746517702</id><published>2010-02-23T21:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T22:32:18.327-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Resposta [5]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt; &lt;p&gt;Estar em seus braços,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me entregar a seus beijos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me esquecer em seus abraços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Minha vida é ao seu lado,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A vida é tão verdadeira quanto o amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não amo apenas quando sonho acordado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Te amo a todo tempo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Te amo em todo lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não é apenas meu sonho,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Minha vida é te amar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-8409514259746517702?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8409514259746517702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/02/resposta-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/8409514259746517702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/8409514259746517702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/02/resposta-5.html' title='Resposta [5]'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-2523205702967363580</id><published>2010-02-20T22:10:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T22:10:39.880-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quero sua presença&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ao seu lado é o meu lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me leva pra perto de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;É tudo o que eu quero.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-2523205702967363580?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2523205702967363580/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/02/quero-sua-presenca-ao-seu-lado-e-o-meu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/2523205702967363580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/2523205702967363580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/02/quero-sua-presenca-ao-seu-lado-e-o-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-8621260492218823090</id><published>2010-02-10T00:51:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T00:51:49.333-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiração [3]           INVICTUS   -  by William E Henley</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Arial; font-size:10pt'&gt;Out of the night that covers me,&lt;br/&gt;Black as the Pit from pole to pole,&lt;br/&gt;I thank whatever gods may be&lt;br/&gt;For my unconquerable soul.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;In the fell clutch of circumstance&lt;br/&gt;I have not winced nor cried aloud.&lt;br/&gt;Under the bludgeonings of chance&lt;br/&gt;My head is bloody, but unbowed.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Beyond this place of wrath and tears&lt;br/&gt;Looms but the Horror of the shade,&lt;br/&gt;And yet the menace of the years&lt;br/&gt;Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It matters not how strait the gate,&lt;br/&gt;How charged with punishments the scroll.&lt;br/&gt;I am the master of my fate:&lt;br/&gt;I am the captain of my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Belíssimo poema. Realmente inspirador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pra quem quiser a tradução: &lt;a href='http://www.casadacultura.org/Literatura/Poesia/g12_traducoes_do_ingles/invictus_henley_masini.html'&gt;http://www.casadacultura.org/Literatura/Poesia/g12_traducoes_do_ingles/invictus_henley_masini.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Indico o filme que leva o nome deste poema, vale a pena.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-8621260492218823090?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8621260492218823090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/02/inspiracao-3-invictus-by-william-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>Hallelujah – composed by Leonard Cohen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:10;color:#000000;"&gt;I heard there was a secret chord&lt;br /&gt;that David played and it pleased the lord&lt;br /&gt;but you don't really care for music do ya&lt;br /&gt;Well it goes like this the fourth the fifth&lt;br /&gt;the minor fall and the major lift&lt;br /&gt;the baffled king composing hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:10;color:#000000;"&gt;Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:10;color:#000000;"&gt;Well your faith was strong but you needed proof&lt;br /&gt;you saw her bathing on the roof&lt;br /&gt;her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you&lt;br /&gt;she tied you to a kitchen chair&lt;br /&gt;she broke your throne and she cut your hair&lt;br /&gt;and from your lips she drew the hallelujah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:10;color:#000000;"&gt;Hallelujah,hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:10;color:#000000;"&gt;Baby I've been here before&lt;br /&gt;I've seen this room and I've walked this floor&lt;br /&gt;You know, I used to live alone before I knew you&lt;br /&gt;And I've seen your flag on the marble arch&lt;br /&gt;and love is not a victory march&lt;br /&gt;it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:10;color:#000000;"&gt;Hallelujah,hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:10;color:#000000;"&gt;Well there was a time when you let me know&lt;br /&gt;what's really going on below&lt;br /&gt;but now you never show that to me do you&lt;br /&gt;but remember when I moved in you&lt;br /&gt;and the holy dove was moving too&lt;br /&gt;and every breath we drew was hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:10;color:#000000;"&gt;Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:10;color:#000000;"&gt;Well maybe there's a god above&lt;br /&gt;but all I've ever learned from love&lt;br /&gt;was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you&lt;br /&gt;And it's not a cry that you hear at night&lt;br /&gt;it's not somebody who's seen the light&lt;br /&gt;it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:10;color:#000000;"&gt;Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-747343720008283865?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/747343720008283865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/02/hallelujah-composed-by-leonard-cohen_02.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/747343720008283865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/747343720008283865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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colar&lt;br/&gt;Solte o seu medo bem devagar&lt;br/&gt;Chega perto e diz "Anjo"&lt;br/&gt;Bem mais perto e diz "Anjo"&lt;br/&gt;Se uma coisa louca&lt;br/&gt;Sai do seu olhar&lt;br/&gt;Fique em silêncio&lt;br/&gt;Deixa o amor entrar&lt;br/&gt;Pra que tanta pressa de chegar&lt;br/&gt;Se eu sei o jeito e o lugar&lt;br/&gt;Se eu sei o jeito e o lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-1949585662159515497?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1949585662159515497/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2010/01/anjo-roupa-nova.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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que é o medo que me coloca essas algemas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    As vezes tenho vontade de jogar para o alto o que tenho em meus ombros, em minhas mãos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    São coisas que me pesam a cabeça, o coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Que me acorrentam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Isso não é um poema,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    É apenas uma confissão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Por que quero tanto dizer sim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Mas me obrigam a falar não?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-3183940766493003137?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3183940766493003137/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-8134720590921354547</id><published>2009-12-20T19:07:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T19:08:17.490-02:00</updated><title type='text'>refletindo a vida [8]</title><content type='html'>As vezes fico pensando se tem alguém lendo isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realmente isso me inquieta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-8134720590921354547?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8134720590921354547/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/12/refletindo-vida-8.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/8134720590921354547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/8134720590921354547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/12/refletindo-vida-8.html' title='refletindo a vida [8]'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-8377988236943111731</id><published>2009-12-16T22:05:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T22:05:48.527-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Refletindo a Vida [7]</title><content type='html'>I'm just a fool on a hill, aren't I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-8377988236943111731?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8377988236943111731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/12/refletindo-vida-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/8377988236943111731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/8377988236943111731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/12/refletindo-vida-7.html' title='Refletindo a Vida [7]'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-5501143681581087438</id><published>2009-12-15T20:54:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:13:04.169-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Refletindo a Vida [6]</title><content type='html'>O silêncio normalmente me incomoda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando posso ouvir ao menos sua respiração, não preciso de palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Não preciso de nenhum som,&lt;br /&gt;não é preciso nenhum suspiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua respiração já me diz o que preciso saber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( e a minha diz que te amo, muito )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-5501143681581087438?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5501143681581087438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/12/refletindo-vida-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/5501143681581087438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/5501143681581087438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/12/refletindo-vida-6.html' title='Refletindo a Vida [6]'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-9193172057943632898</id><published>2009-12-11T15:29:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T15:35:56.074-02:00</updated><title type='text'>notepad confessions [6]</title><content type='html'>A vida as vezes me incomoda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se sou o que pareço,&lt;br /&gt;ou mesmo se pareço o que sou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida as vezes me atrai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes me arrebata,&lt;br /&gt;como um amor tão grande como ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida as vezes me parece perdida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes um sorisso se transforma em lágrima,&lt;br /&gt;e um segundo dela se perde, se vai junto com esse sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida as vezes sai por uma porta, as vezes entra pela janela do banheiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me parece egoísmo querer pessoas em minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;querer que estejam do meu lado.&lt;br /&gt;Mas tenho medo de não suportar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes tenho medo da vida me fazer sucumbir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana Carolina Silveira Veloso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-9193172057943632898?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/9193172057943632898/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/12/notepad-confessions-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/9193172057943632898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/9193172057943632898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/12/notepad-confessions-6.html' title='notepad confessions [6]'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-4401322601932139949</id><published>2009-12-08T14:22:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T21:53:45.599-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiração [2]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Em data muito especial para todos os beatlemaníacos, hoje, 8 de Dezembro de 2009, completam-se 29 anos que o mundo perdeu John Lennon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decidi postar uma música aqui, então, que tem bastante significado pra mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Jealous Guy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was dreaming of the past,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my heart was beating fast,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I began to lose control,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I began to lose control,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't mean to hurt you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry that I  made you cry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't want to hurt you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just a jealous guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was feeling insecure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You might not love me anymore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was shivering inside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was shivering inside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't mean to hurt you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry that I made you cry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't want to hurt you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just a jealos guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't mean to hurt you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry that I made you cry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't want to hurt you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just a jealous guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was trying to catch your eye,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though that you was trying to hide,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was swallowing my pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was swallowing my pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't mean to hurt you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry that I made you cry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ddn't want to hurt you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just a jealous guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just a jealous guy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just a jealous guy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just a jealous guy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just a jealous guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Fonte da letra: Vagalume em &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vagalume.com/"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;www.vagalume.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt; Acesso em: 08/12/2009&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-4401322601932139949?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4401322601932139949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/12/inspiracao-2_08.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/4401322601932139949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/4401322601932139949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/12/inspiracao-2_08.html' title='Inspiração [2]'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-2194706609005263635</id><published>2009-12-06T15:28:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T15:32:23.524-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Refletindo a Vida [5]</title><content type='html'>O cansaço chegou.&lt;br /&gt;E isso era inevitável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me sinto mal.&lt;br /&gt;Algo me incomoda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja toda essa chuva, talvez não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas ninguém me diz nada, nem uma palavra sequer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio realmente não me convém.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-2194706609005263635?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2194706609005263635/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/12/refletindo-vida-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/2194706609005263635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/2194706609005263635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/12/refletindo-vida-5.html' title='Refletindo a Vida [5]'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-3753906279358574206</id><published>2009-12-04T23:36:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:41:58.532-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Refletindo a Vida [4]</title><content type='html'>Eu não quero olhar no espelho e ver um monstro&lt;br /&gt;não quero vê-lo nemdebaixo da minha cama ou dentro do meu armário&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acho que estou doente...&lt;br /&gt;mas não posso fazer nada...&lt;br /&gt;não consigo fazer nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas eu juro que tento, tento com todas as minhas forças,&lt;br /&gt;mas as vezes não resisto,não sou forte o suficiente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;queria ser mais forte que as palavras&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-3753906279358574206?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3753906279358574206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/12/refletindo-vida-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/3753906279358574206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/3753906279358574206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/12/refletindo-vida-4.html' title='Refletindo a Vida [4]'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-3900689814300524713</id><published>2009-11-27T11:37:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T11:42:35.691-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiração</title><content type='html'>Inaugurando um novo bloco aqui no blog...&lt;br /&gt;Vou colocar aqui alguns textos ou imagens que me inspiraram em algum momento da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para abrir, escolhi um poema de Mário Quintana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DATA E DEDICATÓRIA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;Teus poemas, não os dates nunca...  Um poema&lt;br /&gt;Não pertence ao Tempo... Em seu país estranho,&lt;br /&gt;Se existe hora, é sempre a hora estrema&lt;br /&gt;Quando o anjo Azrael nos estende ao sedento&lt;br /&gt;Lábio o cálice inextinguível...&lt;br /&gt;Um poema é de sempre, Poeta:&lt;br /&gt;O que tu fazes hoje é o mesmo poema&lt;br /&gt;Que fizeste em menino,&lt;br /&gt;É o mesmo que,&lt;br /&gt;Depois que tu te fores,&lt;br /&gt;Alguém lerá baixinho e comovidamente,&lt;br /&gt;A vivê-lo de novo...&lt;br /&gt;A esse alguém,&lt;br /&gt;Que talvez ainda nem tenha nascido,&lt;br /&gt;Dedica, pois, os teus poemas.&lt;br /&gt;Não os dates, porém:&lt;br /&gt;As almas não entendem disso... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;                                                                        Mário Quintana&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Do livro: "Baú de Espantos", 4ª ed., Editora Globo, SP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-3900689814300524713?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3900689814300524713/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/11/inspiracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/3900689814300524713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/3900689814300524713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/11/inspiracao.html' title='Inspiração'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-8035027200386852954</id><published>2009-11-08T21:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:02:13.420-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Refletindo a Vida [3]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Odeio quando isso acontece... Quando pessoas parecem esquecer das outras...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Ou melhor, que as outras também são pessoas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-8035027200386852954?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8035027200386852954/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/11/refletindo-vida-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/8035027200386852954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/8035027200386852954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/11/refletindo-vida-3.html' title='Refletindo a Vida [3]'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-6035512246267447584</id><published>2009-11-02T19:28:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:00:27.640-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/Su9Pzp_R5VI/AAAAAAAAADw/TAKI59q2Igw/s1600-h/IMG_2413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399622227103704402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/Su9Pzp_R5VI/AAAAAAAAADw/TAKI59q2Igw/s400/IMG_2413.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prefiro mostrar uma imagem que vale mais do que 1000 palavras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois de um fim de semana completo, me falta esperar mais um tempinho... Um pouquinho... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Espero uma eternidade se for preciso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;("Tudo fica melhor com menos de 30º C"...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-6035512246267447584?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6035512246267447584/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/11/prefiro-mostrar-uma-imagem-que-vale.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/6035512246267447584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/6035512246267447584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/11/prefiro-mostrar-uma-imagem-que-vale.html' title=''/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/Su9Pzp_R5VI/AAAAAAAAADw/TAKI59q2Igw/s72-c/IMG_2413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-6271333679978457603</id><published>2009-10-06T21:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:13:09.695-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Refletindo a Vida [2]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho medo do silêncio...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-6271333679978457603?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6271333679978457603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/10/refletindo-vida-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/6271333679978457603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/6271333679978457603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/10/refletindo-vida-2.html' title='Refletindo a Vida [2]'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-7747909762218876416</id><published>2009-09-19T23:12:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T15:09:14.377-03:00</updated><title type='text'>notepad confessions [5]</title><content type='html'>Estou contando o tempo,&lt;br /&gt;substantivo incontável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto frio&lt;br /&gt;querendo teu calor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo estando longe,&lt;br /&gt;sinto-te perto,&lt;br /&gt;num abraço inexplicável e&lt;br /&gt;cheio do mais puro amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que algumas vezes desapareço do mundo,&lt;br /&gt;mas o que eu mais quero&lt;br /&gt;é sempre estar em seus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;seus braços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana Carolina Silveira Veloso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-7747909762218876416?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7747909762218876416/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/09/notepad-confessions-5.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/7747909762218876416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/7747909762218876416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/09/notepad-confessions-5.html' title='notepad confessions [5]'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-5567947107606495179</id><published>2009-08-30T22:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T15:17:37.982-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Refletindo a Vida [1]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por que...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... a gente sempre gostaria de ser diferente?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... os outros são sempre mais interessantes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... tudo nos parece mais difícil?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... as histórias escutadas são sempre mais divertidas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... nos parecem chatos os dias?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... as noites estão cada vez mais frias? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ana Carolina Silveira Veloso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-5567947107606495179?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5567947107606495179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/08/refletindo-vida-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/5567947107606495179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/5567947107606495179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/08/refletindo-vida-1.html' title='Refletindo a Vida [1]'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-4854841947094264612</id><published>2009-08-11T10:22:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:21:49.494-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Resposta [4]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Data mais que especial!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEM PALAVRAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não são necessárias palavras,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando se tem o seu sorriso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não é preciso palavras,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando se tem seu olhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estou sem palavras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pra descrever o que sinto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pra que palavras,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quando se é feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;apenas por ter em quem pensar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;apenas por ter a ti para amar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ana Carolina S. Veloso (11-08-2009)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Para alguém que amo muuuuuuito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-4854841947094264612?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4854841947094264612/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/08/resposta-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/4854841947094264612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/4854841947094264612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/08/resposta-4.html' title='Resposta [4]'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-1968890601454829368</id><published>2009-08-09T11:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T12:04:00.260-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Resposta [3]</title><content type='html'>Although far as concerning to distance&lt;br /&gt;We were never as close as this in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the times I couldn't call you&lt;br /&gt;I know money is not the most important thing&lt;br /&gt;It happens I don't have a lot&lt;br /&gt;So the phone can't ring.&lt;br /&gt;No as much as I liked it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll try as hard as I can&lt;br /&gt;I'll try every possible way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can always count on me&lt;br /&gt;That's something I'll always say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana Carolina S. Veloso&lt;br /&gt;(another try... getting closer to better...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-1968890601454829368?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1968890601454829368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/08/resposta-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/1968890601454829368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/1968890601454829368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/08/resposta-3.html' title='Resposta [3]'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-8984385507043664270</id><published>2009-08-05T19:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T19:32:17.963-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's nothing I can really do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But everything I can really say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In this next little words…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The World I'd like to give you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really want to please you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really do love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You're the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ana Carolina S. Veloso&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-8984385507043664270?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8984385507043664270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/08/world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/8984385507043664270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/8984385507043664270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/08/world.html' title='The world'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-4472159217076941373</id><published>2009-07-21T12:46:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:26:03.879-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lá em cima ( notepad confessions [4] )</title><content type='html'>Quem me dera alcançar o céu&lt;br /&gt;muitas vezes tento subir escadas que não são minhas.&lt;br /&gt;não sei se estou aqui.&lt;br /&gt;mas tenho certeza de onde queria estar agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muitas vezes me deparo com outra pessoa no espelho&lt;br /&gt;muitas vezes tomo consciência de mim mesma&lt;br /&gt;mas os dedos apontados para o alto&lt;br /&gt;para algum lugar perdido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desculpas insólitas&lt;br /&gt;por trás de máscaras indistinguíveis,&lt;br /&gt;sussurradas de esconderijos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sei que não sou o que penso&lt;br /&gt;e não quero ser o que pensam de mim&lt;br /&gt;mas no meio termo,&lt;br /&gt;vou mancando&lt;br /&gt;confiança de disfarce&lt;br /&gt;e sem bengala pra apoiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me pergunto: por que apontam para cima?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana Carolina S. Veloso&lt;br /&gt;(acho que foi mais um desabafo...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-4472159217076941373?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4472159217076941373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/la-em-cima-notepad-comfessions-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/4472159217076941373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/4472159217076941373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/la-em-cima-notepad-comfessions-4.html' title='Lá em cima ( notepad confessions [4] )'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-8279593324539875743</id><published>2009-07-19T07:57:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T12:46:00.855-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esportes'/><title type='text'>Resposta [2]</title><content type='html'>Me aventurando por novos estilos, hoje não haverá um poema nesta postagem, mas sim, uma tentativa de escrever uma crônica esportiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SmL8w7pkqTI/AAAAAAAAADY/L7z8EXgT-Iw/s1600-h/IMG_2208.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;F&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SmMPwzyi_vI/AAAAAAAAADo/9RW9Zayor7E/s1600-h/v%C3%B4lei+red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360145312711376626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SmMPwzyi_vI/AAAAAAAAADo/9RW9Zayor7E/s320/v%C3%B4lei+red.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;alando um pouc&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SmMGJY-AKxI/AAAAAAAAADg/irVakeCWAh4/s1600-h/img+pro+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o da partida entre Brasil e Venezuela deste sábado na qual estive presente (0800, só pra constar), primeiro deixo meu protesto. Era perceptível a falta de espaço nas arquibancadas. Um evento que aparentemente seria bem organizado, por se tratar de um evento mundial, virou uma busca por um lugar na arquibancada. As escadas ficaram cheias, o que piorava situação, já que não havia mais passagem. Ah, e não se pode esquecer a fila na entrada que contornava boa parte do ginásio já perto do início da partida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, agora, o jogo. O Brasil jogou a vontade e superou a Venezuela por 3 sets a 0. Os maiores problemas acontecerem no primeiro set, quando a Venezuela liderou por um bom tempo e, bem apertado, o Brasil conseguiu 28/26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os sets seguintes tiveram atuações mais tranquilas, grandes defesas, alguns ótimos bloqueios e aces (como a torcida pediu).Os placares marcaram 25/18 e 25/13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"- O Brasil errou muito no primeiro set, só no finalzinho, dois pontos garantiram a vitória. A Venezuela falhou muito depois do primeiro set, mas tem muito de mérito do Brasil, que colocou pressão - avaliou Bernardinho em enrtevista à TV Globo após a vitória." (trecho retirado do site do globo esporte).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernardinho que me desculpe, mas o Brasil teve muitas falhas depois do primeiro set. O bloqueio pareceu, muitas vezes, um queijo suíço, cheio de buracos,os quais foram aproveitados pelo time adversário. Para mim, esse foi o principal fundamento no qual a nossa seleção falhou. Pode até ser que tenha sido de praxe ou só para dar emoção, ou mesmo para não humilhar tanto os venezuelanos, mas também muitos saques foram parar na rede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode até ser meio previsível, como disse alguém que conheço, mas "tudo vale a pena se a alma não é pequena".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-8279593324539875743?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8279593324539875743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/resposta-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/8279593324539875743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/8279593324539875743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/resposta-2.html' title='Resposta [2]'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SmMPwzyi_vI/AAAAAAAAADo/9RW9Zayor7E/s72-c/v%C3%B4lei+red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-7890550154068735767</id><published>2009-07-12T17:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T19:42:18.932-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Até o Fim – Engenheiros do Hawaii</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;não vim até aqui pra desistir agora&lt;br /&gt;entendo você se você quiser ir embora&lt;br /&gt;não vai ser a primeira vez&lt;br /&gt;nas últimas 24 horas&lt;br /&gt;mas eu não vim até aqui pra desistir agora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minhas raízes estão no ar&lt;br /&gt;minha casa é qualquer lugar&lt;br /&gt;se depender de mim eu vou até o fim&lt;br /&gt;voando sem instrumentos&lt;br /&gt;ao sabor do vento&lt;br /&gt;se depender de mim eu vou até o fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não vim até aqui pra desistir agora&lt;br /&gt;entendo você se você quiser ir embora&lt;br /&gt;não vai ser a primeira vez&lt;br /&gt;em menos de 24 horas&lt;br /&gt;mas eu não vim até aqui pra desistir agora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a ilha não se curva noite a dentro vida afora&lt;br /&gt;toda a vida, o dia inteiro&lt;br /&gt;não seria exagero&lt;br /&gt;se depender de mim eu vou até o fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cada célula, todo fio de cabelo&lt;br /&gt;falando assim parece exagero&lt;br /&gt;mas se depender de mim&lt;br /&gt;eu vou até o fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não vim até aqui pra desistir agora&lt;br /&gt;não vim até aqui pra desistir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-7890550154068735767?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7890550154068735767/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/ate-o-fim-engenheiros-do-hawaii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/7890550154068735767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/7890550154068735767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/ate-o-fim-engenheiros-do-hawaii.html' title='Até o Fim – Engenheiros do Hawaii'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-1582628738083481554</id><published>2009-07-09T11:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T12:49:19.582-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Resposta[1]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt; &lt;p&gt;E ela finge que não vê,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Olha para ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mas tenta disfarçar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Que é pra não entregar em seu olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O sentimento mais belo que ela já sentiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E durante a sua festa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Os olhares se encontraram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorrisos foram trocados,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mas nenhuma palavra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não se sabe se realmente aconteceu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mas ela ouviu tudo o que queria ouvir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aquele sorriso tudo significou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fica comigo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isso foi o que ela escutou.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ana Carolina S. Veloso&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-1582628738083481554?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1582628738083481554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/resposta1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/1582628738083481554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/1582628738083481554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/resposta1.html' title='Resposta[1]'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-6934094397208203165</id><published>2009-07-07T21:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:26:10.212-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile – Charles Chaplin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Verdana; font-size:8pt'&gt;Smile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Verdana; font-size:8pt'&gt;Tough your heart is aching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Verdana; font-size:8pt'&gt;Smile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Verdana; font-size:8pt'&gt;Even tough it's breaking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Verdana; font-size:8pt'&gt;When There are clouds in the sky, you'll get by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Verdana; font-size:8pt'&gt;If you smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Verdana; font-size:8pt'&gt;Through your fears an sorrow, smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Verdana; font-size:8pt'&gt;And maybe tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Verdana; font-size:8pt'&gt;You'll see the sun come shinning through for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Verdana; font-size:8pt'&gt;Light up your face with gladness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Verdana; font-size:8pt'&gt;Hide every trace of sadness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Verdana; font-size:8pt'&gt;Although a tear may be ever so near,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Verdana; font-size:8pt'&gt;That's the time you must keep on trying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Verdana; font-size:8pt'&gt;Smile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Verdana; font-size:8pt'&gt;What's the use of crying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Verdana; font-size:8pt'&gt;You'll find the life is still worthwhile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Verdana; font-size:8pt'&gt;If you just smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-6934094397208203165?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6934094397208203165/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/smile-charles-chaplin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/6934094397208203165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/6934094397208203165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/smile-charles-chaplin.html' title='Smile – Charles Chaplin'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-768172656244141964</id><published>2009-07-07T16:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T12:48:58.848-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Notepad confessions [3]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt; &lt;p&gt;com o coração não se discute.&lt;br /&gt;é sim , ou é não.&lt;br /&gt;mas amar nunca é em vão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a vida me trás um dilema,&lt;br /&gt;como um amor tão grande cabe no coração de uma pessoa tão pequena?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;há música no ar&lt;br /&gt;e, ao som do luar,&lt;br /&gt;só há um verbo a dizer:amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**amarte-ei para toda a eternidade**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana Carolina S. Veloso&lt;br /&gt;(poeminha não tão bem feito de 03/04/2009)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-768172656244141964?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/768172656244141964/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/notepad-confessions-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/768172656244141964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/768172656244141964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/notepad-confessions-3.html' title='Notepad confessions [3]'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-6747661607614136789</id><published>2009-07-06T13:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T12:48:34.954-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Notepad Confessions  [2]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt; &lt;p&gt;pelo menos o seu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pelo menos sua voz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pelo menos o seu cheiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pelo menos seu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pelo menos você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pelo nosso tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;por tudo o que vivemos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;por todo e cada momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;é por tudo isso que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a cada segundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;de cada minuto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;de cada hora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;de cada dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;de todo o tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tenho sempre mais certeza de que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pelo menos tenho você para amar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ana Carolina S. Veloso&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-6747661607614136789?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6747661607614136789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/notepad-confessions-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/6747661607614136789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/6747661607614136789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/notepad-confessions-2.html' title='Notepad Confessions  [2]'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-4109217939592619403</id><published>2009-06-28T20:43:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T12:48:09.254-03:00</updated><title type='text'>....................................................................................................</title><content type='html'>Que essas lágrimas não sejam em vão... &lt;div&gt;Que tudo que eu sinto valha a pena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que nada do que tenha dito tenha se dissolvido no vento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ana Carolina S. Veloso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(continua...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-4109217939592619403?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4109217939592619403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/4109217939592619403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/4109217939592619403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='....................................................................................................'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-5944863244860392910</id><published>2009-06-01T23:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T19:04:32.278-03:00</updated><title type='text'>[notepad confessions]</title><content type='html'>Queria ver-te um pouco mais,&lt;br /&gt;Amar-te mais ainda.&lt;br /&gt;Vejo-te onde não estás.&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar-te um pouco mais,&lt;br /&gt;Viver contigo para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana Carolina S. Veloso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-5944863244860392910?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5944863244860392910/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/notepad-confessions.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/5944863244860392910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/5944863244860392910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/notepad-confessions.html' title='[notepad confessions]'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-4120679518749565179</id><published>2009-05-18T23:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:08:16.495-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting into romantic mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia; font-size:12pt'&gt;Pegando um clima romântico no ar desta noite, posto uma música que está na trilha sonora do musical Moulin Rouge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia; font-size:12pt'&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;span style='color:#e36c0a'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come What May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Verdana; font-size:8pt'&gt;Never knew I could feel like this&lt;br/&gt;Like I have never seen the sky before&lt;br/&gt;I want to vanish inside your kiss&lt;br/&gt;Every day I love you more and more&lt;br/&gt;Listen to my heart, can you hear it sings?&lt;br/&gt;telling me to give you everything&lt;br/&gt;Seasons may change, winter to spring&lt;br/&gt;But I love you until the end of time&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Come what may&lt;br/&gt;Come what may&lt;br/&gt;I will love you until my dying day&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place&lt;br/&gt;Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace&lt;br/&gt;Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste&lt;br/&gt;It all revolves around you&lt;br/&gt;And there's no mountain too high&lt;br/&gt;No river too wide&lt;br/&gt;Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side&lt;br/&gt;Storm clouds may gather&lt;br/&gt;And stars may collide&lt;br/&gt;But I love you until the end of time&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Come what may&lt;br/&gt;Come what may&lt;br/&gt;I will love you until my dying day&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Oh, come what may, come what may&lt;br/&gt;I will love you, I will love you&lt;br/&gt;Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Come what may&lt;br/&gt;Come what may&lt;br/&gt;I will love you until my dying day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-4120679518749565179?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4120679518749565179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-5465305435963016401</id><published>2009-05-03T10:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T10:56:13.556-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Agora uma música dos meninos de Liverpool:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Will- The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows how much I've loved you&lt;br /&gt;You know I love you still&lt;br /&gt;Will I wait a lonely lifetime,&lt;br /&gt;If you want me to I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For if I ever saw you,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't catch your name,&lt;br /&gt;But it never really mattered,&lt;br /&gt;I will always feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you forever and forever,&lt;br /&gt;Love you with all my heart;&lt;br /&gt;Love you whenever we're together,&lt;br /&gt;Love you when we're apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when at last I find you,&lt;br /&gt;Your song will fill the air,&lt;br /&gt;Sing it loud so I can hear you,&lt;br /&gt;Make it easy to be near you,&lt;br /&gt;For the things you do endear you to me,&lt;br /&gt;you know I will.&lt;br /&gt;I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-5465305435963016401?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5465305435963016401/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/05/agora-uma-musica-dos-meninos-de.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/5465305435963016401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/5465305435963016401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/05/agora-uma-musica-dos-meninos-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-7671682410249868014</id><published>2009-05-03T10:34:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T15:06:22.504-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não deixei de lado o blog não!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me foi roubado tempo,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;um tempo que eu já não tinha,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mas gostava de apreciar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Esse tempo precioso&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;em que gostaria de fazer coisas &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;que não me permitiram fazer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Queria poder aproveitar mais de meu sentimento&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;e, por não poder, lamento.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mas isso não o muda,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;assim como não se pode mudar o tempo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E o tempo vai passar,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;e vamos nos reencontrar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E finalmente poderemos voltar a amar...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Ana Carolina,03/05/2009 10:44)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*sei que num tá lá grande coisa, mas o improviso valeu a pena...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-7671682410249868014?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-2205582559895826794</id><published>2009-04-21T22:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:21:25.914-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>escrevendo o post anterior, resolvi publicar uma música de Chico Buarque que bem o completa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O CADERNO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu que vou seguir você&lt;br /&gt;Do primeiro rabisco até o bê-a-bá&lt;br /&gt;Em todos os desenhos&lt;br /&gt;Coloridos vou estar&lt;br /&gt;A casa, a montanha, duas nuvens no céu&lt;br /&gt;E um sol a sorrir no papel&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu que vou ser seu colega&lt;br /&gt;Seus problemas ajudar a resolver&lt;br /&gt;Te acompanhar nas provas bimestrais&lt;br /&gt;Você vai ver&lt;br /&gt;Serei de você confidente fiel&lt;br /&gt;Se seu pranto molhar meu papel&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu que vou ser seu amigo&lt;br /&gt;Vou lhe dar abrigo&lt;br /&gt;Se você quiser&lt;br /&gt;Quando surgirem seus primeiros raios de mulher&lt;br /&gt;A vida se abrirá num feroz carrossel&lt;br /&gt;E você vai rasgar meu papel&lt;br /&gt;O que está escrito em mim&lt;br /&gt;Comigo ficará guardado&lt;br /&gt;Se lhe dá prazer&lt;br /&gt;A vida segue sempre em frente&lt;br /&gt;O que se há de fazer&lt;br /&gt;Só peço a você um favor&lt;br /&gt;Se puder&lt;br /&gt;Não me esqueça num canto qualquer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-2205582559895826794?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2205582559895826794/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/escrevendo-o-post-anterior-resolvi.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/2205582559895826794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/2205582559895826794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/escrevendo-o-post-anterior-resolvi.html' title=''/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-320352242260995420</id><published>2009-04-21T21:50:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:25:31.293-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quebrando com os poemas e fotos, decidi postar uma crônica... Pimeira,hein? Depois digam o que acaram...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Não conheço uma só pessoa que no final,ou início, de cada ano, ao fazer a "Grande Faxina", não encha, pelo menos, uma sacola com papéis rasgados. Lá em casa, a gente costuma encher de 1 a 2 sacos de lixo, daqueles de 100 litros.Mas isso não vem ao caso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Me pergunto se todo adolescente que se presta a ajudar na árdua tarefa de rasgar papéis encontra no meio deles aqueles bilhetinhos destindos à comunicação na sala de aula, ou aqueles recadinhos de amigos da escola (já que nem todos os colegas são considerados como amigos), ou ainda aquelas provas e redações que mercem comemoração ou xingos a Deus e o mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;É se dedicando a essa difícil tarefa, destruindo alguns cadernos antigos, que encontramos as melhores pérolas da infância. Textos escritos nos primeiros períodos da escola, cheios de erros de ortografia, concordância (nessa época a gente deveria assustar ao ouvir uma palavra como essa...). E assim avançamos na linha do tempo e encontramos redações em que se tinha muito a dizer em pouco tempo, ou que o tempo era mais do que o suficnte e ficávamos "enchendo linguiça"(sem trema...), pra ver se o profssor considerava alguma coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Encontramos páginas de cadernos cheias de corações cortados por iniciais.Ou mesmo cartas de amor que perdemos a coragem de mandar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Encerro este pequeno texto imaginando se ele se juntará a muitos outros papéis em seu destino rasgado.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;Ana Carolina S. Veloso&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-320352242260995420?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/320352242260995420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/quebrando-com-os-poemas-e-fotos-decidi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/320352242260995420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/320352242260995420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/quebrando-com-os-poemas-e-fotos-decidi.html' title=''/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-117874646594859440</id><published>2009-04-17T00:09:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T15:03:26.771-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>DESCONHECIDOS</title><content type='html'>Me parecem familiares&lt;br /&gt;os rostos a minha volta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não são seus traços,&lt;br /&gt;são suas expressões&lt;br /&gt;tão parecidas e&lt;br /&gt;ao mesmo tempo tão distintas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estranhamente estranhos&lt;br /&gt;e coincidentemente conhecidos.&lt;br /&gt;Os rostos surpresos,&lt;br /&gt;claramente escurecidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana Carolina S. Veloso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**mais uma pra série**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-117874646594859440?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/117874646594859440/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/desconhecidos.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/117874646594859440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/117874646594859440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/desconhecidos.html' title='DESCONHECIDOS'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-4656368550605708203</id><published>2009-04-15T08:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T08:00:23.412-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow the Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SeVUIugb0_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/n61-Hh0Iih8/s1600-h/IMG_1990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324754643335238642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SeVUIugb0_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/n61-Hh0Iih8/s320/IMG_1990.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Beatles - I'll Follow the Sun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One day you'll look to see I'm gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For tomorrow may rain so I'll follow the Sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some day you'll know that I was the one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But tomorrow may rain so I'll follow the Sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And now the time has come so my love I must go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And though I lose a friend in the end you willknow, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One day you'll find that I have gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But tomorrow may rain so I'll follow the Sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And now the time has come so my love I must go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And though I lose a friend in the end you will know,oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One day you'll find that I have gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For tomorrow may rain so I'll follow teh Sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1565778278508138327-4656368550605708203?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4656368550605708203/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/follow-sun.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/4656368550605708203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/4656368550605708203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/follow-sun.html' title='Follow the Sun'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SeVUIugb0_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/n61-Hh0Iih8/s72-c/IMG_1990.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-3639802639983370477</id><published>2009-04-14T23:51:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T23:57:09.071-03:00</updated><title type='text'>If only paradise was right here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SeVM8WEP6yI/AAAAAAAAABo/a2zmOp9PADo/s1600-h/140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324746734034742050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SeVM8WEP6yI/AAAAAAAAABo/a2zmOp9PADo/s320/140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SeVMGYXpH4I/AAAAAAAAABg/RDQRSNJIiWE/s1600-h/sass%C3%A1+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324745806940020610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SeVMGYXpH4I/AAAAAAAAABg/RDQRSNJIiWE/s320/sass%C3%A1+024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-3639802639983370477?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3639802639983370477/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-only-paradise-was-right-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/3639802639983370477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/3639802639983370477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-only-paradise-was-right-here.html' title='If only paradise was right here...'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SeVM8WEP6yI/AAAAAAAAABo/a2zmOp9PADo/s72-c/140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-1113155000017942270</id><published>2009-04-13T22:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:28:56.918-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>###</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Me abraça apertado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero estar sempre ao seu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fazendo cada dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O mais feliz de nossas vidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Em que lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E sorrisos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se misturam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Num carrossel de sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que tem como trilha sonora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O som das nossas vozes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que cantam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Músicas que só entendem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nossos corpos, nossos corações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nosso beijo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nossa emoção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ana Carolina S. Veloso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-1113155000017942270?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1113155000017942270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/1113155000017942270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/1113155000017942270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='###'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-5024505800316341080</id><published>2009-04-09T20:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:30:11.965-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para Vinícius (de Morais)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virando copos,&lt;br /&gt;derramando versos,&lt;br /&gt;embebedando melodias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para alguns é amigo, camarada,&lt;br /&gt;para muitas,&lt;br /&gt;apenas pessoa amada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É grande menino,&lt;br /&gt;Emoção feita homem,&lt;br /&gt;Chama eterna&lt;br /&gt;regada à poesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja letra,ritmo, melodia. &lt;a href="http://images.google.com.br/imgres?imgurl=http://www.heroisdaresistencia.blogger.com.br/vinicius_morais.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://forumcomunitario.blogspot.com/2005/07/homenagem-ao-poeta.html&amp;amp;usg=__B86qeGqYwJ3tJMXKRk4xIKS9tjI=&amp;amp;h=350&amp;amp;w=250&amp;amp;sz=34&amp;amp;hl=pt-BR&amp;amp;start=13&amp;amp;tbnid=tedrnfPupCWIsM:&amp;amp;tbnh=120&amp;amp;tbnw=86&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dvinicius%2Bde%2Bmorais%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Dpt-BR"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E da noite&lt;br /&gt;Vê-se nascer o Dia,&lt;br /&gt;e do Coração,&lt;br /&gt;nascer sua eterna poesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana Carolina S. Veloso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-5024505800316341080?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5024505800316341080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/para-vinicius-de-morais-virando-copos.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/5024505800316341080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/5024505800316341080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/para-vinicius-de-morais-virando-copos.html' title=''/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-938729240158015735</id><published>2009-04-09T19:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T08:49:48.340-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ESTRELA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantas vezes olho pro céu,&lt;br /&gt;buscando uma estrela&lt;br /&gt;que brilhe solitária&lt;br /&gt;para poder admirá-la,&lt;br /&gt;e chamo por você&lt;br /&gt;esperando que os ventos te encontrem&lt;br /&gt;e você ouça em minha voz&lt;br /&gt;uma declaração de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma estrela solitária,&lt;br /&gt;muitas vezes solidária&lt;br /&gt;comigo e meus sentimentos,&lt;br /&gt;minha amiga fiel&lt;br /&gt;com quem copartilho meus pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim como infinito é o céu&lt;br /&gt;e perfeito é seu encontro com o mar&lt;br /&gt;assim como brilhante é a luz do sol,&lt;br /&gt;pra sempre vou te amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana Carolina S. Veloso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-938729240158015735?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/938729240158015735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/estrela-tantas-vezes-olho-pro-ceu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/938729240158015735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/938729240158015735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/estrela-tantas-vezes-olho-pro-ceu.html' title=''/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-9122544680325676184</id><published>2009-04-09T19:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T19:59:51.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MALANDRAGEM - Cássia Eller&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Quem sabe eu ainda sou uma garotinha&lt;br /&gt;Esperando o ônibus da escola sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Cansada com minhas meias três-quartos&lt;br /&gt;Rezando baixo pelos cantos&lt;br /&gt;Por ser uma menina má&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe o príncipe virou um chato&lt;br /&gt;Que vive dando no meu saco&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe a vida é não sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Eu só peço a Deus&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco de malandragem&lt;br /&gt;Pois sou criança e não conheço a verdade&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou poeta e não aprendi a amar&lt;br /&gt;Bobeira é não viver a realidade&lt;br /&gt;E eu ainda tenho uma tarde inteira&lt;br /&gt;Eu ando nas ruas, eu troco um cheque&lt;br /&gt;Mudo uma planta de lugar&lt;br /&gt;Dirijo meu carro&lt;br /&gt;Tomo o meu pileque&lt;br /&gt;E ainda tenho tempo pra cantar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lebrando um certo jogo de sinuca hoje... Bola 1 na caçapa do adversário é jogo ganho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-9122544680325676184?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/9122544680325676184/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/malandragem-cassia-eller-quem-sabe-eu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/9122544680325676184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/9122544680325676184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/malandragem-cassia-eller-quem-sabe-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-6973131570874484717</id><published>2009-04-09T19:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:31:37.063-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ontem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alheia do mundo por um dia,&lt;br /&gt;vejo a vida de um outro jeito,&lt;br /&gt;faço coisas que não fazia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber do mundo,&lt;br /&gt;retornam memórias,&lt;br /&gt;surgem sonhos e desejos do seu ser mais profundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana Carolina S. Veloso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-6973131570874484717?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6973131570874484717/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/ontem-alheia-do-mundo-por-um-dia-vejo.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/6973131570874484717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/6973131570874484717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/ontem-alheia-do-mundo-por-um-dia-vejo.html' title=''/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-1204906720270147128</id><published>2009-04-09T18:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:18:33.094-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePkWO-_QcI/AAAAAAAAABY/vkPSW3lyoic/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324350255112602050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePkWO-_QcI/AAAAAAAAABY/vkPSW3lyoic/s320/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhere on the road is where my heart is...&lt;br /&gt;Missing him all the time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1565778278508138327-1204906720270147128?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1204906720270147128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/somewhere-on-road-is-where-my-heart-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/1204906720270147128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/1204906720270147128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/somewhere-on-road-is-where-my-heart-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePkWO-_QcI/AAAAAAAAABY/vkPSW3lyoic/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-5048836792733032027</id><published>2009-04-09T18:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:32:17.128-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Só pra começar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O poeta tem muitos amigos&lt;br /&gt;Novos, velhos e antigos&lt;br /&gt;Pode até sofrer castigos&lt;br /&gt;Mas não tem inimigos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inimigos não tem,&lt;br /&gt;Pois, seja amor&lt;br /&gt;Ou sofrimento,&lt;br /&gt;Todo sentimento lhe convém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana CArolina S. Veloso&lt;br /&gt;***abrindo a classe dos poemas, aí está o primeiro***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-5048836792733032027?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5048836792733032027/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-pra-comecar-o-poeta-tem-muitos.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/5048836792733032027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/5048836792733032027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-pra-comecar-o-poeta-tem-muitos.html' title=''/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1565778278508138327.post-3165080758909781536</id><published>2009-04-09T18:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:52:18.466-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudança de endereço</title><content type='html'>Seguindo conselhos,  mudei meu blog de endereço e espero ser bem recebida or aqui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Primeira entrada no Blog...&lt;br /&gt;Bem, pra começar, criei esse blog pra colocar aqui algumas coisas que acho legais, poemas e textos de minha autoria e de outras pessoas que admiro muito, famosas ou não... Falar sobre música, e assuntos de interesse geral, ou mesmo casualidades da vida."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1565778278508138327-3165080758909781536?l=in-confissoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3165080758909781536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/mudanca-de-endereco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/3165080758909781536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1565778278508138327/posts/default/3165080758909781536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-confissoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/mudanca-de-endereco.html' title='Mudança de endereço'/><author><name>Koll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11471422459701018170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLFQalFpQ0M/SePdoj7TcJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VfuAHz9hV84/S220/Carol21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
