<?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-134102356359171403</id><updated>2011-07-28T20:50:50.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desabafos de uma Sonhadora</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabetemartirios.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134102356359171403/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabetemartirios.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>** BeTiNhA **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08971195969793456070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cP77n4xsftY/Ssja7Mb3sOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8lCy0_3cHAc/S220/collage1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134102356359171403.post-2852240960843001333</id><published>2010-03-21T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T09:23:29.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu tinha certeza.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;não sabia quando nem onde... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mais eu iria te encontrar novamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É tudo tão real, mais nada normal....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134102356359171403-2852240960843001333?l=elisabetemartirios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabetemartirios.blogspot.com/feeds/2852240960843001333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elisabetemartirios.blogspot.com/2010/03/eu-tinha-certeza.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134102356359171403/posts/default/2852240960843001333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134102356359171403/posts/default/2852240960843001333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabetemartirios.blogspot.com/2010/03/eu-tinha-certeza.html' title=''/><author><name>** BeTiNhA **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08971195969793456070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cP77n4xsftY/Ssja7Mb3sOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8lCy0_3cHAc/S220/collage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134102356359171403.post-8185956711062119411</id><published>2010-01-16T10:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T10:13:35.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Penso:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vou dormir pra não pensar em vc (M.....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mais como fazer se vc não sai dos meus sonhos....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pq vc volta se não é pra ficar????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134102356359171403-8185956711062119411?l=elisabetemartirios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabetemartirios.blogspot.com/feeds/8185956711062119411/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elisabetemartirios.blogspot.com/2010/01/penso-vou-dormir-pra-nao-pensar-em-vc-m.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134102356359171403/posts/default/8185956711062119411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134102356359171403/posts/default/8185956711062119411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabetemartirios.blogspot.com/2010/01/penso-vou-dormir-pra-nao-pensar-em-vc-m.html' title=''/><author><name>** BeTiNhA **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08971195969793456070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cP77n4xsftY/Ssja7Mb3sOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8lCy0_3cHAc/S220/collage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134102356359171403.post-6503551489469263417</id><published>2010-01-16T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T10:07:14.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quando eu penso que nada mais vai acontecer....eis que vc ressurge....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;pq será que é tão dificil fazer com que as coisas aconteçam?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;só queria entender.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134102356359171403-6503551489469263417?l=elisabetemartirios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabetemartirios.blogspot.com/feeds/6503551489469263417/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elisabetemartirios.blogspot.com/2010/01/quando-eu-penso-que-nada-mais-vai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134102356359171403/posts/default/6503551489469263417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134102356359171403/posts/default/6503551489469263417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabetemartirios.blogspot.com/2010/01/quando-eu-penso-que-nada-mais-vai.html' title=''/><author><name>** BeTiNhA **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08971195969793456070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cP77n4xsftY/Ssja7Mb3sOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8lCy0_3cHAc/S220/collage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134102356359171403.post-1768296199160850553</id><published>2009-12-22T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T06:49:15.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;'' Se pudessemos ter consciencia do quanto a nossa vida é passageira, talvez pensassemos duas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;vezes antes de jogar fora as oportunidades que temos de ser e de fazer os outros felizes !!! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134102356359171403-1768296199160850553?l=elisabetemartirios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabetemartirios.blogspot.com/feeds/1768296199160850553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elisabetemartirios.blogspot.com/2009/12/se-pudessemos-ter-consciencia-do-quanto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134102356359171403/posts/default/1768296199160850553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134102356359171403/posts/default/1768296199160850553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabetemartirios.blogspot.com/2009/12/se-pudessemos-ter-consciencia-do-quanto.html' title=''/><author><name>** BeTiNhA **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08971195969793456070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cP77n4xsftY/Ssja7Mb3sOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8lCy0_3cHAc/S220/collage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134102356359171403.post-6399526784176544246</id><published>2009-12-06T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T10:24:31.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"  As vezes construímos sonhos em cima de grandes pessoas...o tempo passa... e descobrimos que grandes mesmo eram os sonhos e as pessoas pequenas demais para torna-los reais...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bob Marley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134102356359171403-6399526784176544246?l=elisabetemartirios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabetemartirios.blogspot.com/feeds/6399526784176544246/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elisabetemartirios.blogspot.com/2009/12/as-vezes-construimos-sonhos-em-cima-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134102356359171403/posts/default/6399526784176544246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134102356359171403/posts/default/6399526784176544246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabetemartirios.blogspot.com/2009/12/as-vezes-construimos-sonhos-em-cima-de.html' title=''/><author><name>** BeTiNhA **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08971195969793456070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cP77n4xsftY/Ssja7Mb3sOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8lCy0_3cHAc/S220/collage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134102356359171403.post-2627517043970786168</id><published>2009-12-06T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T10:19:49.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fim de ano chegando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começam a se ascender as luzes de Natal, e ao mesmo tempo q acho td lindo, me bate uma coisa meio triste... não sei..mais Natal é sempre assim... da um apertoooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O bom é que mais um ano vem se aproximando, e junto com ele quero que venham as renovações...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um novo tempo, apesar dos pesares....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vamos esperar e ver o que acontece....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134102356359171403-2627517043970786168?l=elisabetemartirios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabetemartirios.blogspot.com/feeds/2627517043970786168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elisabetemartirios.blogspot.com/2009/12/fim-de-ano-chegando-comecam-se-ascender.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134102356359171403/posts/default/2627517043970786168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134102356359171403/posts/default/2627517043970786168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabetemartirios.blogspot.com/2009/12/fim-de-ano-chegando-comecam-se-ascender.html' title=''/><author><name>** BeTiNhA **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08971195969793456070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cP77n4xsftY/Ssja7Mb3sOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8lCy0_3cHAc/S220/collage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134102356359171403.post-424913427375410117</id><published>2009-10-25T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T06:41:21.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Como aliviar a dor daquilo que não foi vivido? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A resposta é simples como um verso...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;SE ILUDINDO MENOS E VIVENDO MAIS !!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134102356359171403-424913427375410117?l=elisabetemartirios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabetemartirios.blogspot.com/feeds/424913427375410117/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elisabetemartirios.blogspot.com/2009/10/como-aliviar-dor-daquilo-que-nao-foi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134102356359171403/posts/default/424913427375410117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134102356359171403/posts/default/424913427375410117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabetemartirios.blogspot.com/2009/10/como-aliviar-dor-daquilo-que-nao-foi.html' title=''/><author><name>** BeTiNhA **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08971195969793456070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cP77n4xsftY/Ssja7Mb3sOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8lCy0_3cHAc/S220/collage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134102356359171403.post-6407108810862973372</id><published>2009-10-24T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T17:43:49.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tá difil...cada dia mais dificil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pressão está grande de todos os lados e o tempo está curto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de muitos dias consegui novamente esntrar aqui....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não aguento mais ouvir essas tres letrinhas... TCC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como diz a Pitty... Será que ja posso enlouquecer?  Ou devo apenas sorrir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de forças...ou acho q vou surtar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Uma dica:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A minha musica no momento:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me adora - Pitty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134102356359171403-6407108810862973372?l=elisabetemartirios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabetemartirios.blogspot.com/feeds/6407108810862973372/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elisabetemartirios.blogspot.com/2009/10/ta-difil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134102356359171403/posts/default/6407108810862973372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134102356359171403/posts/default/6407108810862973372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabetemartirios.blogspot.com/2009/10/ta-difil.html' title=''/><author><name>** BeTiNhA **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08971195969793456070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cP77n4xsftY/Ssja7Mb3sOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8lCy0_3cHAc/S220/collage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134102356359171403.post-6622983214126599378</id><published>2009-10-04T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T13:00:21.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O quase de um lindo sonho virtual...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Quem nunca viveu um lindo sonho... acho q todo mundo né... e comigo não foi diferente... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Durante 3 meses e 8 dias, vivi momentos de puro sonho... um sonho virtual...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Como???? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ninguém pode imaginar nem entender... pois eu mesmo jamais imaginei que isso aconteceria e muito menos consigo entender como e o que foi que aconteceu....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Um dia, uma ligação, uma voz...a sua voz... e algo que não consigo explicar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;De uma ligação surge uma amizade, uma vontade de se falar todos os dias, um desejo imenso de se ver, dessa vontade um encontro e desse encontro lembranças quem nem o tempo será capaz de apagar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tenho certeza que não aconteceu só comigo, foi recíproco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hoje só posso garantir uma coisa.... foram dias que jamais vou esquecer... uma experiência que jamais terei de novo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Foram sonhos que não realizamos, planos que não levamos a diante e uma história que nem o destino será capaz de explicar um dia....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Você não surgiu por acaso...o que vivemos (mesmo não vivendo) também não foi por acaso... e não importa de que forma foi... o importante é o que a gente sentia, e o que você me fazia sentir....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Você conseguia colorir os meus dias e me fazia rir mesmo quando a vontade era de chorar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Você não tem noção de como me faz bem....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Não importa se você estava presente apenas por uma janelinha, você conseguia ser mais do que isso, você ultrapassava a tela e era como se estivesse ali presente comigo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hoje nós vamos seguir nossos caminhos... o que não impede que lá na frente o destino faça com que possamos nos encontrar de novo, não para viver o que não vivemos mais também para poder resgatar tudo de bom que existiu e que construimos nesse período, a nossa amizade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ainda pior que a convicção do não e a incerteza do talvez é a desilusão de um quase..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;EU TAMBÉM VOU RECLAMAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Não aguento mais ser como Joel Barish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Por que eu me interesso por toda mulher que me dá o minimo de atenção??" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sendo que no meu caso é por homem...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Quando não tem filho...tem namorada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tudo que eu gosto faz mal pra cabeça, pro estômago, pro fígado ou pro pulmão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Não aguento mais todas essa competições de egos, falta de simplicidade, ganância, sonhos sendo destruidos, jovens se matando intelectualmente, psicologicamente e fisicamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Toda essa tecnologia fútil e pratica que acaba com o convivio humano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sem falar na religião que transforma Viver em Pecar e Vida em Pós-Morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E no fim não sobra nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;NADA !!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um dia a gente volta a se encontrar...pode ter certeza... !!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134102356359171403-6622983214126599378?l=elisabetemartirios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabetemartirios.blogspot.com/feeds/6622983214126599378/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elisabetemartirios.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-quase-de-um-lindo-sonho-virtual.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134102356359171403/posts/default/6622983214126599378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134102356359171403/posts/default/6622983214126599378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabetemartirios.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-quase-de-um-lindo-sonho-virtual.html' title='O quase de um lindo sonho virtual...'/><author><name>** BeTiNhA **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08971195969793456070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cP77n4xsftY/Ssja7Mb3sOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8lCy0_3cHAc/S220/collage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134102356359171403.post-7244073148997341254</id><published>2009-10-04T11:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T11:38:22.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As grandes decepções...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ultimamente a vida tem me ensinado a viver... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me ensinado a ver as pessoas como elas realmente são...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me ensinado a ser forte e não cair diante dos obstáculos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pena que vem mostrando de forma tão triste, decepcionante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eu conheço pessoas todos os dias, algumas passam e outras ficam,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;umas ficam com menos e outras com mais intensidades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;algumas até passam a fazer parte de mim como se fosse família...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E quando eu menos espero, descubro um outro lado,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;um lado em que eu desconhecia e que jamais imaginasse que existisse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As vezes me pergunto o por que? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Como as pessoas podem ser assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sei que tenho meus defeitos, sou mimada, mais jamais seria capaz de fazer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;algo dessa grandeza....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Não caí, ainda bem, pois tive quem me desse força naquele momento, mas e aí,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;as pessoas dão força em um dia e no outro te derrubam também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tenho vivido grandes momentos de decepções, e momentos que estão me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fazendo rever alguns conceitos...amor..amizade..companheirismo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O ser humano tem me dado medo, tenho medo de me aproximar porque não sei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;o que pode vir acompanhando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;É muito triste que esse tipo de coisa aconteça, principalmente com pessoas que eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sempre tive a maior consideração, pessoas em que eu não media esforços para poder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ajudar, pra ver um sorriso no rosto, pra ter certeza que estava bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E a recompensa que tive foi a pior possível....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eu sei que o meu ta guardado e muito bem guardado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Por isso não vou desanimar nem desistir&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Apertei a tecla "del" e que se fod*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E como diz a Claudinha Maravilhosa Leite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eu quero é ser feliz daqui pra frente...pra sempre !!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08971195969793456070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cP77n4xsftY/Ssja7Mb3sOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8lCy0_3cHAc/S220/collage1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134102356359171403.post-4593255924903316649</id><published>2009-10-04T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T09:33:50.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hoje, domingo 04/10/2009 estou eu entrando nesse mundo dos blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;É um mundo novo pra mim pois nunca tive nada além de msn e orkut, e tbm nunca tive o costume de acompanhar outros além o da minha amiga Camila Bigai...rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E foi através das nossas conversas que resolvi fazer um,  para através dele expressar sentimentos, idéias e vontades que geralmente ficam guardados dentro de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sejam bem vindos !!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134102356359171403-4593255924903316649?l=elisabetemartirios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabetemartirios.blogspot.com/feeds/4593255924903316649/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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