<?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-3167507248172822777</id><updated>2011-11-05T07:11:45.346-07:00</updated><category term='Renata Fagundes'/><category term='Medo'/><category term='Chico Buarque'/><category term='Tiê'/><category term='Fernanda Myamoto'/><category term='Amizade'/><category term='Rubem Alves'/><category term='A Garota sem Esmalte'/><category term='Comportamento'/><category term='Gossip Girl'/><category term='Fernanda Mello'/><category term='Amor'/><category term='Fabrício Carpinejar'/><category term='Joao Amaral'/><category term='André Gonçalves'/><category term='Marta Medeiros'/><category term='Caio Augusto Leite'/><category term='Remember Me'/><category term='Música'/><category term='Stephanie Meyer'/><category term='Meg Cabot'/><category term='Inocência'/><category term='Vanessa Ferro'/><category term='Bob Marley'/><category term='Zaluzejos'/><category term='Clarice Lispector'/><category term='Diego Nunes'/><category term='Sabedoria'/><category term='Van Luchiari'/><category term='Alegria'/><category term='Caio F'/><title type='text'>Perypécias!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-342593013861684042</id><published>2011-10-05T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T05:29:47.116-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Firework!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--3x0WKjqdDM/ToxNi0WJe0I/AAAAAAAAASY/MjAkb-jft0s/s1600/katy-perry-firework.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--3x0WKjqdDM/ToxNi0WJe0I/AAAAAAAAASY/MjAkb-jft0s/s400/katy-perry-firework.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Você já se sentiu como um saco plástico flutuando pelo vento querendo começar de novo?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você já se sentiu frágil, como um castelo de cartas a um sopro de desmoronar?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você já se sentiu enterrado, gritando sob sete palmos mas ninguém parece ouvir nada?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você sabe que ainda há uma chance para você?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Porque há uma faísca em você,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;você só tem que acendê-la e deixá-la brilhar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Apenas domine a noite, como o dia da independência.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Porque baby, você é um fogo de artifício, vá em frente, mostre o que você vale.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Baby, você é um fogo de artifício, vamos, deixe suas cores explodirem."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-342593013861684042?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/342593013861684042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/10/firework.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/342593013861684042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/342593013861684042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/10/firework.html' title='Firework!'/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--3x0WKjqdDM/ToxNi0WJe0I/AAAAAAAAASY/MjAkb-jft0s/s72-c/katy-perry-firework.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-3967116521499994434</id><published>2011-09-29T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T15:50:13.027-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chico Buarque'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h8k7B0N9SKE/ToT2BUFJg3I/AAAAAAAAASU/vEouTPqCI2A/s1600/tumblr_ls7h1mLo7u1r2bycwo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="396" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h8k7B0N9SKE/ToT2BUFJg3I/AAAAAAAAASU/vEouTPqCI2A/s400/tumblr_ls7h1mLo7u1r2bycwo1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se você soubesse como gosto de suas cheganças, você chegaria correndo todo dia.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-3967116521499994434?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/3967116521499994434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/09/se-voce-soubesse-como-gosto-de-suas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/3967116521499994434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/3967116521499994434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/09/se-voce-soubesse-como-gosto-de-suas.html' title=''/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h8k7B0N9SKE/ToT2BUFJg3I/AAAAAAAAASU/vEouTPqCI2A/s72-c/tumblr_ls7h1mLo7u1r2bycwo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-4229568758578684657</id><published>2011-09-29T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T15:47:00.335-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='André Gonçalves'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HGOh0_Vh0cY/ToT1P7nYV5I/AAAAAAAAASQ/uDXXOP1hitk/s1600/tumblr%252Blove_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HGOh0_Vh0cY/ToT1P7nYV5I/AAAAAAAAASQ/uDXXOP1hitk/s400/tumblr%252Blove_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Pendura o coração ao sol, menina, que é de luz que se alimenta esse músculo que estica e rasga e se arrebenta.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sangra, arde, dói, mas não aguenta bater sem cor, sem lágrima, sem céu, sem nuvem, sem vento. Levanta o olhar e vê.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E, quando você menos perceber, tum tum tum tum tum tum tum.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele vive.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-4229568758578684657?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/4229568758578684657/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/09/pendura-o-coracao-ao-sol-menina-que-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/4229568758578684657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/4229568758578684657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/09/pendura-o-coracao-ao-sol-menina-que-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HGOh0_Vh0cY/ToT1P7nYV5I/AAAAAAAAASQ/uDXXOP1hitk/s72-c/tumblr%252Blove_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-5448002126986180640</id><published>2011-09-28T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T12:50:14.508-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inocência'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aJIRnMuWrQI/ToN6UqtGHHI/AAAAAAAAASM/o7gYajHs9T4/s1600/4b439e2e0022677c4e35be4d_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aJIRnMuWrQI/ToN6UqtGHHI/AAAAAAAAASM/o7gYajHs9T4/s400/4b439e2e0022677c4e35be4d_large.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uma menininha, diariamente, vai e volta andando para a sua escola.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Apesar do mau tempo daquela manhã e de nuvens estarem se formando, ela fez seu caminho diário para a escola.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Com o passar do tempo, os ventos aumentaram e junto os raios e trovões.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A mãe pensou que sua filhinha poderia ter muito medo no caminho de volta pois ela mesma estava assustada com os raios e trovões.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Preocupada, a mãe rapidamente entrou em seu carro e dirigiu pelo caminho em direção à escola.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Logo ela avistou sua filhinha andando, mas, a cada relâmpago, a criança parava, olhava para cima e Sorria.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Outro e outro trovão e, após cada um, ela parava, olhava para cima e Sorria!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Finalmente, a menininha entrou no carro e a mãe curiosa foi logo perguntando:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-"O que você estava fazendo?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A garotinha respondeu:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-"Sorrindo! Deus não pára de tirar fotos minhas!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-5448002126986180640?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/5448002126986180640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/09/uma-menininha-diariamente-vai-e-volta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/5448002126986180640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/5448002126986180640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/09/uma-menininha-diariamente-vai-e-volta.html' title=''/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aJIRnMuWrQI/ToN6UqtGHHI/AAAAAAAAASM/o7gYajHs9T4/s72-c/4b439e2e0022677c4e35be4d_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-1900549317164443937</id><published>2011-09-27T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T10:03:24.661-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caio F'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yhP7_SQLQZU/ToIBUR1fdoI/AAAAAAAAASI/hwJNdHCgTYo/s1600/vintage%252Ccharm%252Cphoto%252Ckeys%252Cphotography%252Ckey-11beeff2283b0ab4a761513d8e487978_h_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yhP7_SQLQZU/ToIBUR1fdoI/AAAAAAAAASI/hwJNdHCgTYo/s400/vintage%252Ccharm%252Cphoto%252Ckeys%252Cphotography%252Ckey-11beeff2283b0ab4a761513d8e487978_h_large.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Então não o ama mais?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Amo. Só guardei isso num cofre. E tranquei. E esqueci a senha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não porque quis. Foi preciso."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-1900549317164443937?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/1900549317164443937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/09/entao-nao-o-ama-mais-amo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/1900549317164443937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/1900549317164443937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/09/entao-nao-o-ama-mais-amo.html' title=''/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yhP7_SQLQZU/ToIBUR1fdoI/AAAAAAAAASI/hwJNdHCgTYo/s72-c/vintage%252Ccharm%252Cphoto%252Ckeys%252Cphotography%252Ckey-11beeff2283b0ab4a761513d8e487978_h_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-8555182707917434357</id><published>2011-09-25T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T08:07:32.189-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernanda Myamoto'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IOFGRAdJVkE/Tn9DZM80NtI/AAAAAAAAASE/9zpK0Ll6eAw/s1600/tumblr_lpl1x8hRE61qeo03no1_500_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IOFGRAdJVkE/Tn9DZM80NtI/AAAAAAAAASE/9zpK0Ll6eAw/s400/tumblr_lpl1x8hRE61qeo03no1_500_large.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"- Você é cheia de mistérios, ai não tem graça menina!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;- Você se engana! A minha graça é ser segredo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;- A tua graça é não saber quem é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;- A minha graça é poder saber que me procuro, é saber que tem mais alguém aí, tentando me descobrir."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-8555182707917434357?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/8555182707917434357/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/09/voce-e-cheia-de-misterios-ai-nao-tem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/8555182707917434357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/8555182707917434357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/09/voce-e-cheia-de-misterios-ai-nao-tem.html' title=''/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IOFGRAdJVkE/Tn9DZM80NtI/AAAAAAAAASE/9zpK0Ll6eAw/s72-c/tumblr_lpl1x8hRE61qeo03no1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-6019523887397560593</id><published>2011-09-21T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T13:55:15.908-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caio F'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f9M8Y6c_UmM/TnpPHIvRkII/AAAAAAAAARo/QU121ZPt9FU/s1600/tumblr_lpxjeakx5I1r0x0tqo1_500_large_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f9M8Y6c_UmM/TnpPHIvRkII/AAAAAAAAARo/QU121ZPt9FU/s400/tumblr_lpxjeakx5I1r0x0tqo1_500_large_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Confesso que me dá uma saudade irracional de você. E tenho vontade de voltar atrás, de ligar, de te dizer mil coisas, e cair em suas mãos, sem me importar com nada, simplesmente entregar-te meu coração. Mas não, renuncio, me controlo e digo para mim mesmo que não é assim, que não pode ser, que você se foi, e não volta.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-6019523887397560593?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/6019523887397560593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/09/confesso-que-me-da-uma-saudade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/6019523887397560593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/6019523887397560593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/09/confesso-que-me-da-uma-saudade.html' title=''/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f9M8Y6c_UmM/TnpPHIvRkII/AAAAAAAAARo/QU121ZPt9FU/s72-c/tumblr_lpxjeakx5I1r0x0tqo1_500_large_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-6147736846292623826</id><published>2011-09-20T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T16:19:05.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiê'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rZP64b5I5IE/TnkdLp8IYKI/AAAAAAAAARU/nQB_xawwlmI/s1600/tumblr_lpshu6ipJS1qadg5wo1_500_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rZP64b5I5IE/TnkdLp8IYKI/AAAAAAAAARU/nQB_xawwlmI/s400/tumblr_lpshu6ipJS1qadg5wo1_500_large.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E as vezes faço que nao vejo e nem ligo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E finjo ser distraída demais.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-6147736846292623826?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/6147736846292623826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/09/e-as-vezes-faco-que-nao-vejo-e-nem-ligo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/6147736846292623826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/6147736846292623826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/09/e-as-vezes-faco-que-nao-vejo-e-nem-ligo.html' title=''/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rZP64b5I5IE/TnkdLp8IYKI/AAAAAAAAARU/nQB_xawwlmI/s72-c/tumblr_lpshu6ipJS1qadg5wo1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-2174311328747539556</id><published>2011-09-13T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T15:45:35.283-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b1WjJlEYkz0/Tm_c-cPAGmI/AAAAAAAAARQ/nEX5oInQTSg/s1600/15guzog_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b1WjJlEYkz0/Tm_c-cPAGmI/AAAAAAAAARQ/nEX5oInQTSg/s400/15guzog_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas eu queria suas mãos nas minhas...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-2174311328747539556?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/2174311328747539556/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/09/mas-eu-queria-suas-maos-nas-minhas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/2174311328747539556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/2174311328747539556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/09/mas-eu-queria-suas-maos-nas-minhas.html' title=''/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b1WjJlEYkz0/Tm_c-cPAGmI/AAAAAAAAARQ/nEX5oInQTSg/s72-c/15guzog_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-860205773026559962</id><published>2011-09-13T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T15:25:40.962-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernanda Mello'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7GDLSkn3QAY/Tm_YPa8osZI/AAAAAAAAARM/e9LfJ84Tl5U/s1600/tumblr_lrhehny0Rx1qmtgy5o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7GDLSkn3QAY/Tm_YPa8osZI/AAAAAAAAARM/e9LfJ84Tl5U/s400/tumblr_lrhehny0Rx1qmtgy5o1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"A vida não está fácil. Nem para mim, nem para você, nem para ninguém. Só que hoje eu tirei o dia para agradecer. Mesmo com contas para pagar e dúvidas sobre o futuro. Eu quero colo, eu quero um amor pra ocupar o lugar, eu quero um beijo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;Meu computador não funciona, o furacão katrina pegou o mundo de surpresa, as respostas não estão onde eu procuro. Eu quero paz, quero solidariedade, quero um pouco mais de respeito e quero escrever sem chorar.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu quero tanto e preciso de tão pouco. Por isso, eu peço: alguém aí coloca um pouco de vergonha na minha cara? Porque viver é ser. E eu sou, meu Deus do céu, eu sou. Meio desajeitada, meio apressada, meio abusada, mas sou.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E tenho saúde, eu tenho S-A-Ú-D-E!!! Alguém aí está me ouvindo? Me desculpa por reclamar da luz que queimou, dos vendedores de tele marketing, das pessoas que falam em gerúndio, do meu orgulho ferido que não sara, das minhas angústias.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não ligo. Eu não estou nem aí para coisas pequenas, e-mails forjados, cheque-especial e frases mal-feitas. Eu não estou nem aí para tudo o que possa ser consertado. Para tudo o que tem solução. Eu tenho saúde e saúde a gente não compra.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não se compra saúde no Submarino, em lojas de 1,99, não se compra saúde na Daslu. Não, gente, saúde a gente tem, a gente conserva, a gente cuida, mas às vezes... sei lá, a gente perde. Estou triste porque o mundo lá fora está doente.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma amiga querida está com o pai e a mãe muito doentes e eu me sinto impotente. Fazer o quê? O que eu posso fazer para diminuir a dor dessa pessoa que há mais de quinze anos só me traz alegria? O que eu posso fazer pra ver os olhos dela sorrirem de novo? Alguém me responde?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ter fé. Rezar. Ficar ao lado dela, já que o pai não tem muito tempo por aqui. Eu sei que situações como essa não são boas de se comentar, mas é um alerta. Para todos nós. Para todos nós que temos saúde ou que temos cura e podemos viver, ser e ajudar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ajudar o outro, dar a mão, segurar a lanterna. Vamos viver cada minuto, vamos amar cada segundo, vamos nos preocupar com o que realmente importa. Vamos seguir aqueles conselhos que ouvimos desde crianças e não damos bola: cuide do seu corpo, cuide de sua alma, alimente seu espírito, se apaixone perdidamente por você mesma.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assim, só assim, poderemos ser gente suficiente para agüentarmos firmes quando a vida nos pegar. De surpresa."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-860205773026559962?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/860205773026559962/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/09/vida-nao-esta-facil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/860205773026559962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/860205773026559962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/09/vida-nao-esta-facil.html' title=''/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7GDLSkn3QAY/Tm_YPa8osZI/AAAAAAAAARM/e9LfJ84Tl5U/s72-c/tumblr_lrhehny0Rx1qmtgy5o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-5570678146910525811</id><published>2011-09-07T13:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T13:00:47.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HyY47vAIumg/TmfNWpelxrI/AAAAAAAAAQE/D7E5TKQ5Mp8/s1600/tumblr_lr61coZjN81r1mmwjo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HyY47vAIumg/TmfNWpelxrI/AAAAAAAAAQE/D7E5TKQ5Mp8/s400/tumblr_lr61coZjN81r1mmwjo1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-5570678146910525811?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/5570678146910525811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/5570678146910525811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/5570678146910525811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HyY47vAIumg/TmfNWpelxrI/AAAAAAAAAQE/D7E5TKQ5Mp8/s72-c/tumblr_lr61coZjN81r1mmwjo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-9158241678237201974</id><published>2011-09-07T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T12:44:47.346-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Van Luchiari'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VoaG8v03RSo/TmfJhT9dvVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UEVq_Tt-9qQ/s1600/tumblr_lr5xit91sK1qkap1to1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VoaG8v03RSo/TmfJhT9dvVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UEVq_Tt-9qQ/s400/tumblr_lr5xit91sK1qkap1to1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não tenho medo de estar só.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tenho medo é de estar vazia.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vazia de mim.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-9158241678237201974?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/9158241678237201974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/09/nao-tenho-medo-de-estar-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/9158241678237201974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/9158241678237201974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/09/nao-tenho-medo-de-estar-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VoaG8v03RSo/TmfJhT9dvVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UEVq_Tt-9qQ/s72-c/tumblr_lr5xit91sK1qkap1to1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-2636288984384479293</id><published>2011-09-05T12:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T12:12:12.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caio F'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qiHX2wWCdNQ/TmUe8jOE6uI/AAAAAAAAAP8/lAlfatHK-z8/s1600/tumblr_ln47501pST1qfyga1o1_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qiHX2wWCdNQ/TmUe8jOE6uI/AAAAAAAAAP8/lAlfatHK-z8/s400/tumblr_ln47501pST1qfyga1o1_1280.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-2636288984384479293?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/2636288984384479293/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/2636288984384479293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/2636288984384479293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qiHX2wWCdNQ/TmUe8jOE6uI/AAAAAAAAAP8/lAlfatHK-z8/s72-c/tumblr_ln47501pST1qfyga1o1_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-2720528111970966335</id><published>2011-09-03T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T10:30:56.013-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diego Nunes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9wrZ67JwTlI/TmJkR6NGGYI/AAAAAAAAAP4/9YHv5Ckg5K4/s1600/tumblr_lpuee21AhS1qjeapro1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9wrZ67JwTlI/TmJkR6NGGYI/AAAAAAAAAP4/9YHv5Ckg5K4/s320/tumblr_lpuee21AhS1qjeapro1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Esquece, coração. Esquece quem não fica, quem só vem de passagem ou só aparece pro café da tarde. Esqueça tudo que entrou por aquelas portas. Você abriu de mais, eu disse. E quanto a bagunça, eu vou arrumar, prometo que vou."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-2720528111970966335?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/2720528111970966335/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/09/esquece-coracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/2720528111970966335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/2720528111970966335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/09/esquece-coracao.html' title=''/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9wrZ67JwTlI/TmJkR6NGGYI/AAAAAAAAAP4/9YHv5Ckg5K4/s72-c/tumblr_lpuee21AhS1qjeapro1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-5588369033759259641</id><published>2011-08-27T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T09:41:08.292-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joao Amaral'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UySItoZiSWk/TlkeAIM4ceI/AAAAAAAAAPw/eHfgIUMR8U4/s1600/4b439e2e0022677c4e35be4d_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UySItoZiSWk/TlkeAIM4ceI/AAAAAAAAAPw/eHfgIUMR8U4/s400/4b439e2e0022677c4e35be4d_large.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Desculpa toda essa sede maldita de profundidade, mas, eu gosto assim, meu amor. Eu gosto de me afundar, me afogar, morrer em mim mesmo. Não gosto dessas piscininhas rasas, gosto dessas lagoas fundas, que me proporcionam algum perigo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-5588369033759259641?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/5588369033759259641/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/desculpa-toda-essa-sede-maldita-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/5588369033759259641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/5588369033759259641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/desculpa-toda-essa-sede-maldita-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UySItoZiSWk/TlkeAIM4ceI/AAAAAAAAAPw/eHfgIUMR8U4/s72-c/4b439e2e0022677c4e35be4d_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-2841766459404283106</id><published>2011-08-23T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T15:45:40.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caio Augusto Leite'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hN5YcTn9KmU/TlQtKRF8KXI/AAAAAAAAAPs/B5--vZAmGfo/s1600/amor-c835f306efd8bfcefa5d4b2eece39787_h_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hN5YcTn9KmU/TlQtKRF8KXI/AAAAAAAAAPs/B5--vZAmGfo/s400/amor-c835f306efd8bfcefa5d4b2eece39787_h_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jantar a dois, dividir o sorvete, tomar chuva - pequenos nadas que fazem o amor ser um todo completo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-2841766459404283106?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/2841766459404283106/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/jantar-dois-dividir-o-sorvete-tomar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/2841766459404283106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/2841766459404283106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/jantar-dois-dividir-o-sorvete-tomar.html' title=''/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hN5YcTn9KmU/TlQtKRF8KXI/AAAAAAAAAPs/B5--vZAmGfo/s72-c/amor-c835f306efd8bfcefa5d4b2eece39787_h_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-4751977393325270859</id><published>2011-08-19T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T12:36:59.026-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rm5mxpKnlao/Tk65yKEKNVI/AAAAAAAAAPo/K6dIw8kykEs/s1600/tumblr_lp423huNUD1qilji0o1_500_large.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rm5mxpKnlao/Tk65yKEKNVI/AAAAAAAAAPo/K6dIw8kykEs/s400/tumblr_lp423huNUD1qilji0o1_500_large.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você é de um outro mundo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma dimensão diferente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você abre meus olhos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E eu estou pronta para ir, guie-me para a luz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ET - Katy Perry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-4751977393325270859?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/4751977393325270859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/voce-e-de-um-outro-mundo-uma-dimensao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/4751977393325270859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/4751977393325270859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/voce-e-de-um-outro-mundo-uma-dimensao.html' title=''/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rm5mxpKnlao/Tk65yKEKNVI/AAAAAAAAAPo/K6dIw8kykEs/s72-c/tumblr_lp423huNUD1qilji0o1_500_large.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-4632067878460566591</id><published>2011-08-17T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T08:07:41.506-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MGqIyrthUd8/TkvYu3aVZlI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_2EmFe4h0h4/s1600/tumblr_lp3csgMbKX1qgryo2o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MGqIyrthUd8/TkvYu3aVZlI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_2EmFe4h0h4/s400/tumblr_lp3csgMbKX1qgryo2o1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você pode levar tudo que eu tenho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você pode quebrar tudo que eu sou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como se eu fosse feita de vidro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como se eu fosse feita de papel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vá em frente e tente me derrubar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas eu vou levantar do chão!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Skyscraper - Demi Lovato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-4632067878460566591?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/4632067878460566591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/voce-pode-levar-tudo-que-eu-tenho-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/4632067878460566591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/4632067878460566591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/voce-pode-levar-tudo-que-eu-tenho-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MGqIyrthUd8/TkvYu3aVZlI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_2EmFe4h0h4/s72-c/tumblr_lp3csgMbKX1qgryo2o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-5288992560911306907</id><published>2011-08-16T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T17:43:12.003-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NIKZgIOytL0/TksOhv6y7jI/AAAAAAAAAPg/3fFeZLEzhzQ/s1600/tumblr_lpbg4dwwEV1r0i6zpo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NIKZgIOytL0/TksOhv6y7jI/AAAAAAAAAPg/3fFeZLEzhzQ/s400/tumblr_lpbg4dwwEV1r0i6zpo1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- Qual a maior loucura que você faria por amor?&lt;br /&gt;- Amar já não é loucura o suficiente?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-5288992560911306907?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/5288992560911306907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/qual-maior-loucura-que-voce-faria-por.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/5288992560911306907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/5288992560911306907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/qual-maior-loucura-que-voce-faria-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NIKZgIOytL0/TksOhv6y7jI/AAAAAAAAAPg/3fFeZLEzhzQ/s72-c/tumblr_lpbg4dwwEV1r0i6zpo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-6304193298981567132</id><published>2011-08-16T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T17:40:00.910-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zaluzejos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ax3U7KYx8gY/TksNu5yMOiI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7ys_ScWSmgU/s1600/tumblr_lp57arRnvk1qcrsn7o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ax3U7KYx8gY/TksNu5yMOiI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7ys_ScWSmgU/s400/tumblr_lp57arRnvk1qcrsn7o1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ele e eu - para não dizer nós - não sabemos viver juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Quando não pecamos por falta, o fazemos por excesso.&lt;br /&gt;Quando não duvidamos de nada, duvidamos de tanta certeza.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que esse é o típico amor que nunca dará certo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-6304193298981567132?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/6304193298981567132/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/ele-e-eu-para-nao-dizer-nos-nao-sabemos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/6304193298981567132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/6304193298981567132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/ele-e-eu-para-nao-dizer-nos-nao-sabemos.html' title=''/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ax3U7KYx8gY/TksNu5yMOiI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7ys_ScWSmgU/s72-c/tumblr_lp57arRnvk1qcrsn7o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-2532365474697569670</id><published>2011-08-12T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T17:40:51.086-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Garota sem Esmalte'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Mw-fDxBwxI/TkXH_Q5j62I/AAAAAAAAAPU/B7phiql-vB0/s1600/tumblr_lpokqf2oo61r09neno1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Mw-fDxBwxI/TkXH_Q5j62I/AAAAAAAAAPU/B7phiql-vB0/s400/tumblr_lpokqf2oo61r09neno1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O amor segundo o dicionário:&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Sentimento &amp;nbsp;que predispõe a desejar o bem de outrem;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. &lt;/strong&gt;Sentimento de dedicação absoluta de um ser a outro, ou a uma coisa; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. &lt;/strong&gt;Inclinação ditada por laços de família; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Inclinação sexual forte para outra pessoa; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. &lt;/strong&gt;Afeição, amizade, simpatia. Essas foram algumas das definições do amor, mas de fato não descrevem o amor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 1ª não tem sentido, pois podemos desejar o bem até de um mendigo e não precisamos amá-lo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;nbsp;2ª é quase a descrição de uma paixão possessiva, e muito provável de não ser correspondida;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 3ª deveria estar certa, mas não está, pois ultimamente se ligarmos a televisão iremos assistir casos de pais estuprando filhas, parentes se matando por dinheiro sim, é horrível, mas é a verdade; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;nbsp;4ª simplesmente diz que sexo é prova de amor,alguém além de mim discorda? Então&amp;nbsp;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;nbsp;5ª diz que amor é simpatia, amizade, mas quantos de nós não temos amigos falsos e que nem sequer gostam de nós? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então. &lt;strong&gt;O amor é um sentimento muito mais profundo do que palavras no mini dicionário&amp;nbsp;Aurélio. &lt;/strong&gt;Posso parecer uma velha agora, mas&amp;nbsp;antigamente o amor era muito mais verdadeiro, porque as pessoas diziam&lt;em&gt; “eu te amo” &lt;/em&gt;quando realmente amavam a pessoa, já nos dias de hoje se diz eu te amo até mesmo para alguém que você só viu e achou atraente. As pessoas deveriam guardar essas 3 palavras que fazem o coração disparar, os olhos brilharem e o rosto corarem para quem realmente as merecer &lt;strong&gt;(…) &lt;/strong&gt;Gostar de alguém, não é amá-la, mas é um passo bem próximo amor.&lt;em&gt; Por isso goste bastante, quem sabe não esbarra no amor por aí?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-2532365474697569670?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/2532365474697569670/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-amor-segundo-o-dicionario-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/2532365474697569670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/2532365474697569670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-amor-segundo-o-dicionario-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Mw-fDxBwxI/TkXH_Q5j62I/AAAAAAAAAPU/B7phiql-vB0/s72-c/tumblr_lpokqf2oo61r09neno1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-1069052692675181426</id><published>2011-08-11T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T17:44:57.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Garota sem Esmalte'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0q04nRptu5w/TkRddi1vsVI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Iv0AlHX2YcY/s1600/tumblr_lowtefODOo1qkoax8o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0q04nRptu5w/TkRddi1vsVI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Iv0AlHX2YcY/s400/tumblr_lowtefODOo1qkoax8o1_500_large.jpg" width="283" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Passo a passo, ela vai seguindo em frente, com o coração cicatrizado e o orgulho ferido, coloca um vestido e veste um sorriso. &lt;em&gt;Já estava na hora da garota virar mulher.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-1069052692675181426?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/1069052692675181426/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/passo-passo-ela-vai-seguindo-em-frente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/1069052692675181426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/1069052692675181426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/passo-passo-ela-vai-seguindo-em-frente.html' title=''/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0q04nRptu5w/TkRddi1vsVI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Iv0AlHX2YcY/s72-c/tumblr_lowtefODOo1qkoax8o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-8427164307103586199</id><published>2011-08-09T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T17:06:50.166-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zaluzejos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2JD-_1ZUbts/TkHHhZb5-YI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ArBXADXQ1ag/s1600/tumblr_lpolb3mByU1qmlrpfo1_500_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2JD-_1ZUbts/TkHHhZb5-YI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ArBXADXQ1ag/s400/tumblr_lpolb3mByU1qmlrpfo1_500_large.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E vivia de "como se", pois era como se tivesse força, mas nao tinha. Era como se soubesse sentir, mas não sabia. Era como se entendesse formas, mas não, ela não&amp;nbsp;entendia nada. Era toda como se.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-8427164307103586199?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/8427164307103586199/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/e-vivia-de-como-se-pois-era-como-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/8427164307103586199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/8427164307103586199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/e-vivia-de-como-se-pois-era-como-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2JD-_1ZUbts/TkHHhZb5-YI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ArBXADXQ1ag/s72-c/tumblr_lpolb3mByU1qmlrpfo1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-1130024443992109211</id><published>2011-08-09T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T10:30:25.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zaluzejos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--6fda-JHHQk/TkFuKzLiXzI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3h2_XgGcJzE/s1600/1239775794_5_FtEq_large.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--6fda-JHHQk/TkFuKzLiXzI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3h2_XgGcJzE/s400/1239775794_5_FtEq_large.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desejo assim de mansinho que nada do caminho atrapalhe seus passos. Eu sei que você vem. Com demora, talvez. Mas vem. Eu lhe espero assim com calma, como quem espera o pão quente no café da manhã, como quem encontra um pássaro voando e cantando - exatamente do jeito que deve ser.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-1130024443992109211?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/1130024443992109211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/desejo-assim-de-mansinho-que-nada-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/1130024443992109211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/1130024443992109211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/desejo-assim-de-mansinho-que-nada-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--6fda-JHHQk/TkFuKzLiXzI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3h2_XgGcJzE/s72-c/1239775794_5_FtEq_large.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-9114471346321965982</id><published>2011-08-08T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T17:05:47.850-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Remember Me'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rmJBc53u5kE/TkB5OFB6yVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/3A4LaJcxevU/s1600/tumblr_lhg7iuyCG21qe42eqo1_500_large_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rmJBc53u5kE/TkB5OFB6yVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/3A4LaJcxevU/s400/tumblr_lhg7iuyCG21qe42eqo1_500_large_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O que quer que você faça na vida, será insignificante. Mas é muito importante que faça, porque ninguém mais fará. Como quando alguém entra na sua vida e metade de você diz: "você não está preparado". Mas a outra metade diz: "torne-a sua para sempre!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-9114471346321965982?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/9114471346321965982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-que-quer-que-voce-faca-na-vida-sera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/9114471346321965982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/9114471346321965982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-que-quer-que-voce-faca-na-vida-sera.html' title=''/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rmJBc53u5kE/TkB5OFB6yVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/3A4LaJcxevU/s72-c/tumblr_lhg7iuyCG21qe42eqo1_500_large_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-7973483657121897157</id><published>2011-08-08T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T16:50:18.770-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caio F'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0dP4X9CqmmU/TkB1_zeBMiI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pzewh6VWbbU/s1600/tumblr_lp7ese2COQ1r0v1wvo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0dP4X9CqmmU/TkB1_zeBMiI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pzewh6VWbbU/s400/tumblr_lp7ese2COQ1r0v1wvo1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomara que apesar dos apesares todos, a gente continue tendo valentia suficiente para não abrir mão de se sentir feliz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-7973483657121897157?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/7973483657121897157/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/tomara-que-apesar-dos-apesares-todos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/7973483657121897157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/7973483657121897157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/tomara-que-apesar-dos-apesares-todos.html' title=''/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0dP4X9CqmmU/TkB1_zeBMiI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Pzewh6VWbbU/s72-c/tumblr_lp7ese2COQ1r0v1wvo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-388259402718765134</id><published>2011-08-07T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T09:07:39.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comportamento'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ivDfjYvx7LQ/Tj63qbQuX5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/eLBOna1UxUk/s1600/tumblr_lp0rklzMtx1qdeqa3_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ivDfjYvx7LQ/Tj63qbQuX5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/eLBOna1UxUk/s320/tumblr_lp0rklzMtx1qdeqa3_large.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;O importante, não são quantas pessoas telefonam pra você, nem com quem você saiu ou está saindo. Também não importa se você nunca namorou ou com quem namorou. O importante não é quem você beijou. O importante não são seus sapatos, nem seus cabelos, nem a cor da sua pele, nem onde você mora, que esporte você pratica ou o colégio que freqüenta. Na verdade, o importante não são suas notas, seu dinheiro, suas roupas ou se passou na faculdade. Na vida, o importante não é ser aceito ou não pelos outros. O importante na vida é quem você ama e quem você fere. É como você se sente em relação a você mesmo. É confiança, felicidade e compaixão. É ficar do lado dos amigos e substituir o ódio por amor. O importante na vida é evitar a inveja, não querer o mal dos outros, superar a ignorância e construir a confiança. É o que você diz e o significado de suas palavras. É gostar das pessoas pelo que elas são e não pelo que têm, fingem ou pretendem ser. Isso é o importante.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-388259402718765134?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/388259402718765134/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-importante-nao-sao-quantas-pessoas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/388259402718765134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/388259402718765134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-importante-nao-sao-quantas-pessoas.html' title=''/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ivDfjYvx7LQ/Tj63qbQuX5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/eLBOna1UxUk/s72-c/tumblr_lp0rklzMtx1qdeqa3_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-3153126710591270254</id><published>2011-08-05T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T13:20:46.100-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alegria'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y6Awk5Q5zgw/TjxQeTToJMI/AAAAAAAAANM/DDSn_INPe0k/s1600/1264263131740_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y6Awk5Q5zgw/TjxQeTToJMI/AAAAAAAAANM/DDSn_INPe0k/s400/1264263131740_f.jpg" t$="true" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soltava sorrisos ao vento&lt;br /&gt;e ouvia: - "Uma hora, eles voltam pra você." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-3153126710591270254?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/3153126710591270254/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/soltava-sorrisos-ao-vento-e-ouvia-uma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/3153126710591270254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/3153126710591270254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/soltava-sorrisos-ao-vento-e-ouvia-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y6Awk5Q5zgw/TjxQeTToJMI/AAAAAAAAANM/DDSn_INPe0k/s72-c/1264263131740_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-4126763369289933090</id><published>2011-08-05T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T10:09:56.877-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o2SA5yTRPBw/TjwjwXuGYnI/AAAAAAAAANI/nNSQj_Hmgp0/s1600/tumblr_lpfglmzYPg1qklpg7o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o2SA5yTRPBw/TjwjwXuGYnI/AAAAAAAAANI/nNSQj_Hmgp0/s400/tumblr_lpfglmzYPg1qklpg7o1_500_large.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um dia, um cara vai olhar pra você e ver tudo que ele sempre sonhou. Não vai ser porque você está com um salto alto, maquiada e bem vestida, vai ser pelo simples fato de você ser incrível. Incrível no jeito de ser, por mais estranho que ele possa parecer. Incrível no modo de andar, por mais desastrada que você seja. Incrível por teu um sorriso lindo. Um dia, você vai conhecer um cara, que vai te amar por você ser exatamente do jeito que você é. E ai, você finalmente irá entender que é maravilhosa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-4126763369289933090?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/4126763369289933090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/um-dia-um-cara-vai-olhar-pra-voce-e-ver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/4126763369289933090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/4126763369289933090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/um-dia-um-cara-vai-olhar-pra-voce-e-ver.html' title=''/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o2SA5yTRPBw/TjwjwXuGYnI/AAAAAAAAANI/nNSQj_Hmgp0/s72-c/tumblr_lpfglmzYPg1qklpg7o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-6620884930261465850</id><published>2011-08-04T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T17:39:48.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oW8zwDyw8ic/Tjs7uNGR7EI/AAAAAAAAANE/6kv9KuBcK2c/s1600/7246_8246_480_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oW8zwDyw8ic/Tjs7uNGR7EI/AAAAAAAAANE/6kv9KuBcK2c/s400/7246_8246_480_large.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tome a noite que insiste em ser sempre escura em pequenos goles e se ainda tiver medo, bote um abajur num desses cantos do quarto, até chegar o dia de ser feliz para sempre. Que assim seja, se o for.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-6620884930261465850?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/6620884930261465850/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/noite-que-insiste-em-ser-sempre-escura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/6620884930261465850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/6620884930261465850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/noite-que-insiste-em-ser-sempre-escura.html' title=''/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oW8zwDyw8ic/Tjs7uNGR7EI/AAAAAAAAANE/6kv9KuBcK2c/s72-c/7246_8246_480_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-1266865579825249274</id><published>2011-08-04T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T17:33:44.719-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Renata Fagundes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1c55n8aE0WU/Tjs5uvnee0I/AAAAAAAAANA/5m9J2LT97xA/s1600/6009723721_c3f49e85ac_z_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1c55n8aE0WU/Tjs5uvnee0I/AAAAAAAAANA/5m9J2LT97xA/s400/6009723721_c3f49e85ac_z_large.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Que o azedume de certos dias não tenha o poder de contaminar nossa doçura, e que a nossa própria doçura seja superior e maior do que qualquer outra força que queira nos amargar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Renata Fagundes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-1266865579825249274?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/1266865579825249274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/que-o-azedume-de-certos-dias-nao-tenha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/1266865579825249274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/1266865579825249274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/que-o-azedume-de-certos-dias-nao-tenha.html' title=''/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1c55n8aE0WU/Tjs5uvnee0I/AAAAAAAAANA/5m9J2LT97xA/s72-c/6009723721_c3f49e85ac_z_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-402095726233586480</id><published>2011-08-04T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T17:32:16.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comportamento'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgcJcUl-S4I/TjrZgkJv56I/AAAAAAAAAM8/atbs9E9THws/s1600/262798_10150246915416396_594851395_7820653_4828978_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgcJcUl-S4I/TjrZgkJv56I/AAAAAAAAAM8/atbs9E9THws/s400/262798_10150246915416396_594851395_7820653_4828978_n_large.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;... e não apenas os quartos são frios...&lt;br /&gt;Há pessoas que igualmente são 'invernais' em todas as estações do ano.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho tendência a crer que pessoas são estações,&lt;br /&gt;que pessoas são catedrais,&lt;br /&gt;que pessoas são icebergs,&lt;br /&gt;que pessoas são humanas...&lt;br /&gt;E que temos ou aprendemos a ter um entendimento deturpado de um dos sentidos possíveis ao humano&lt;br /&gt;Porque quando falamos sou 'humana' imediatamente o que nos vem é a representação de alguém que é bom em seu viver.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não é este o único sentido possível ao que é ser humano&lt;br /&gt;existe um outro que é - o humano que se distancia daquele outro sentido do que é Ser Humano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque a frieza ou o distanciamento das relações interpessoais é do HOMEM (espécie humana).&lt;br /&gt;Não do mundo...&lt;br /&gt;Mas pensamos que este lado 'mais falho' nem tão bonito e difícil do ser é 'defeito de fábrica' e penso que não.&lt;br /&gt;Faz parte do humano e NÓS somos APENAS seres humanos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-402095726233586480?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/402095726233586480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/402095726233586480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/402095726233586480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgcJcUl-S4I/TjrZgkJv56I/AAAAAAAAAM8/atbs9E9THws/s72-c/262798_10150246915416396_594851395_7820653_4828978_n_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-6166996574649029405</id><published>2011-08-03T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T13:10:43.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 sizcache="0" sizset="19" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="foto de passatemp0 em 22/03/10" height="300" src="http://sp6.fotolog.com.br/photo/54/50/117/passatemp0/1269288686459_f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;- Então Charlie Brown, o que é amor pra você?&lt;br /&gt;- Em 1987 meu pai tinha um carro azul&lt;br /&gt;- Mas o que isso tem a ver com amor?&lt;br /&gt;- Bom, acontece que todos os dias ele dava carona pra uma moça. Ele saía do carro, abria a porta pra ela, quando ela entrava ele fechava a porta, dava a volta pelo carro e quando ele ia abrir a porta pra entrar, ela apertava a tranca. Ela ficava fazendo caretas e os dois morriam de rir... acho que isso é amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-6166996574649029405?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/6166996574649029405/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/entao-charlie-brown-o-que-e-amor-pra.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/6166996574649029405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/6166996574649029405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/entao-charlie-brown-o-que-e-amor-pra.html' title=''/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-9115514510728228811</id><published>2011-08-03T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T12:25:09.597-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sabedoria'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yxyuigJoOIk/TjmgWzM3TwI/AAAAAAAAAMo/7gp4iMW2Bp8/s1600/1307131376450_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yxyuigJoOIk/TjmgWzM3TwI/AAAAAAAAAMo/7gp4iMW2Bp8/s320/1307131376450_f.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Então, com a mesma sabedoria de sempre, ele olhou para ela e disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Menina, está te faltando coragem; coragem de sonhar".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela silenciosamente concordou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-9115514510728228811?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/9115514510728228811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/entao-com-mesma-sabedoria-de-sempre-ele.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/9115514510728228811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/9115514510728228811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/entao-com-mesma-sabedoria-de-sempre-ele.html' title=''/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yxyuigJoOIk/TjmgWzM3TwI/AAAAAAAAAMo/7gp4iMW2Bp8/s72-c/1307131376450_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-6448199132669170807</id><published>2011-08-02T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T12:57:15.884-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-juzF0bq07fg/TjhWgteBqzI/AAAAAAAAAK4/iRu5a1DFTBw/s1600/i_love_u_like_a_love_song_____by_aoao2-d42821d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-juzF0bq07fg/TjhWgteBqzI/AAAAAAAAAK4/iRu5a1DFTBw/s400/i_love_u_like_a_love_song_____by_aoao2-d42821d.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Porque o amor pode sofrer variações, ir além do que é temporal, espacial ou físico. Amor é além, entende? É despertar o que há de melhor na gente, é ter vontade de fazer boas ações, sorrir para estranhos na rua, é conciliar rotinas, é apoiar, é aconselhar. Isso sim é amor. Não importa onde. Nem como. Basta ser real a seu modo. E isso tenho certeza que é. O amor basta saber-se ali. Ou lá. Longe no mapa, perto da alma, cravado no coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-6448199132669170807?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/6448199132669170807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/porque-o-amor-pode-sofrer-variacoes-ir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/6448199132669170807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/6448199132669170807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/08/porque-o-amor-pode-sofrer-variacoes-ir.html' title=''/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-juzF0bq07fg/TjhWgteBqzI/AAAAAAAAAK4/iRu5a1DFTBw/s72-c/i_love_u_like_a_love_song_____by_aoao2-d42821d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-9179689503603885716</id><published>2011-07-31T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T16:29:19.945-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marta Medeiros'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KKljyigOz_k/TjXlRKAvLjI/AAAAAAAAAKs/2fQyOWOQNeA/s1600/tumblr_lp7d4bsesj1qlgt75o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KKljyigOz_k/TjXlRKAvLjI/AAAAAAAAAKs/2fQyOWOQNeA/s400/tumblr_lp7d4bsesj1qlgt75o1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sou uma mulher madura que às vezes anda de balanço, sou uma criança insegura que às vezes usa salto alto. Sou uma mulher que balança, sou uma criança que atura.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;Quando chegar aos 30 serei uma mulher de verdade, nem Amélia nem ninguém, um belo futuro pela frente e um pouco mais de calma talvez. E quando chegar aos 50 serei livre, linda e forte terei gente boa do lado, saberei um pouco mais do amor e da vida quem sabe. E quando chegar aos 90 já sem força, sem futuro, sem idade, vou fazer uma festa de prazer, convidar todos que amei, registrar tudo que sei, e morrer de saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tenho urgência de tudo que deixei pra amanhã, acho que não sou daqui&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;. Paro em sinal vermelho, observo os prazos de validade, bato na porta antes de entrar, sei ler, escrever, digo obrigado, com licença, telefono se digo que vou ligar, renovo o passaporte, não engano no troco, até aí tudo bem, mas não sou daqui, também porque não gosto de samba, de carnaval, de chimarrão, prefiro tênis ao futebol, não sou querida, me atrevo a cometer duas vezes o mesmo erro, não sou de turma, a cerveja me enjoa, prefiro o inverno, e não me entrego sem recibo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Espelho, espelho meu, existe no mundo alguém que reflita mais do que eu? Mesmo tendo juízo não faço tudo certo, todo paraíso precisa um pouco de inferno&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;. Vestidos muito longos e justos incomodam, o beijo dos galãs não tem sabor, e Hollywood fica longe demais do meu supermercado favorito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ser bela e calma, quanta inutilidade, mais vale um bom olhar profundo e uma vida de verdade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;, dois filhos de cabeça boa, um marido bem tarado, uma empregada chamada Maria, cinema de mãos dadas, um salário legal no fim do mês, aquela viagem marcada, novela, trânsito, profissão, sexo, banho morno, mousse de limão, me corrijam se eu estiver errada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A realidade é nossa maior fantasia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;. Aventura não é escalar montanhas, não é atravessar desertos, não é preciso bravura. Aventura não é saltar de avião, não é descer cachoeira, não é preciso tontura. Aventura não é comer bicho vivo, não é beber aguardente, não é preciso angustia. Aventura não é morar em castelo, não é correr de Ferrari, não é preciso frescura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aventura é tudo o que faz uma pessoa tornar-se capaz de abrir mão da loucura&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;. Aventura é ser mãe e pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pudesse eu viver tudo o que imagino nem sete vidas me dariam tanto fôlego&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;. Dois, três, quatro dormitórios, com suíte, jacuzzi e vista pro mar, closet, duas vagas na garagem, e um condomínio caro por mês, que me interessa granito, madeira-de-lei, lâmpadas halógenas e último andar, eu queria era morar num filme francês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-9179689503603885716?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/9179689503603885716/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/sou-uma-mulher-madura-que-as-vezes-anda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/9179689503603885716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/9179689503603885716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/sou-uma-mulher-madura-que-as-vezes-anda.html' title=''/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KKljyigOz_k/TjXlRKAvLjI/AAAAAAAAAKs/2fQyOWOQNeA/s72-c/tumblr_lp7d4bsesj1qlgt75o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-6985318194016531329</id><published>2011-07-31T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T16:15:49.707-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clarice Lispector'/><title type='text'>Liberdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-msLwUozwlTE/TjXh_CZspkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/CGvUTSQMR6Q/s1600/tumblr_lp7f6iQDxS1qb8pcco1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-msLwUozwlTE/TjXh_CZspkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/CGvUTSQMR6Q/s400/tumblr_lp7f6iQDxS1qb8pcco1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;"-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;Ela é tão livre que um dia será presa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Presa por quê?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;Por excesso de liberdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas essa liberdade é inocente?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;É. Até mesmo ingênua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Então por que a prisão?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;Porque a liberdade ofende.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-6985318194016531329?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/6985318194016531329/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/liberdade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/6985318194016531329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/6985318194016531329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/liberdade.html' title='Liberdade'/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-msLwUozwlTE/TjXh_CZspkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/CGvUTSQMR6Q/s72-c/tumblr_lp7f6iQDxS1qb8pcco1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-7313053847825112946</id><published>2011-07-31T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T17:16:18.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubem Alves'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uvgigAlRKNI/TjVy95F-eAI/AAAAAAAAAH8/72mziaK-CDI/s1600/1307733854994_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="327" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uvgigAlRKNI/TjVy95F-eAI/AAAAAAAAAH8/72mziaK-CDI/s400/1307733854994_f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;"A vida tem sua própria sabedoria. Quem tenta ajudar uma borboleta a sair do casulo a mata. Quem tenta ajudar o broto a sair da semente o destrói. Há certas coisas que têm que acontecer de dentro para fora."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rubem Alves.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-7313053847825112946?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/7313053847825112946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/vida-tem-sua-propria-sabedoria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/7313053847825112946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/7313053847825112946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/vida-tem-sua-propria-sabedoria.html' title=''/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uvgigAlRKNI/TjVy95F-eAI/AAAAAAAAAH8/72mziaK-CDI/s72-c/1307733854994_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-4571496867659754234</id><published>2011-07-28T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T09:15:08.212-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comportamento'/><title type='text'>A maior invenção!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GSnL8f1DNzo/TjGKjvJItLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/N11CK6psBL4/s1600/1306957152136_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="345" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GSnL8f1DNzo/TjGKjvJItLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/N11CK6psBL4/s400/1306957152136_f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Ah, quer saber? A nossa vida a gente inventa. A realidade nada mais é do que um grande desejo inventado. Um sonho que se faz verdade, uma vontade que sai do papel e caminha. Assim... Feito vida. É uma responsabilidade enorme desejar, eu sei. Mas vida ao vivo é pra quem tem coragem. Coragem de sonhar. Cuidado em desejar. Porque é preciso fé, auto-conhecimento e um querer no infinitivo para que sonhos se realizem. Difícil? Pode ser. É um exercício diário que exige confiança e um amor incondicional por tudo o que somos e acreditamos. Uma aceitação suave dos próprios defeitos, um rir de si mesmo, um desaprender contínuo, um aprender sem fim sobre o que queremos da vida. Transformar sonho em verdade é para poucos. E para muitos. Para todos os que têm a sorte de desejar. Não importa se tudo parecer errado e o mundo virar a cara para você. (Qual era mesmo sua vontade?). Esqueça. Se esqueça. Hora de se perdoar. Tempo de se procurar. RENASÇA. Ninguém veio ao mundo para acertar, haja paciência pra gente perfeita! Eu sei pouca coisa da vida, mas uma frase eu sigo à risca: é preciso acreditar. E eu acredito! Acredito no que diz o silêncio na hora em que a mente cala. E meu silêncio - que não é mudo e também escreve - dita com voz de quem sorri (às vezes desafiante): confie em si mesma. Quebre a rigidez. Ouse. Perca o medo. Perdoe-se. Brinque. Viva com leveza e encante-se. Só assim você vai transformar vida em letra e letra em vida. Num reciclar eterno de poesias possíveis."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-4571496867659754234?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/4571496867659754234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/maior-invencao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/4571496867659754234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/4571496867659754234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/maior-invencao.html' title='A maior invenção!'/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GSnL8f1DNzo/TjGKjvJItLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/N11CK6psBL4/s72-c/1306957152136_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-7843206863030885660</id><published>2011-07-27T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T08:28:43.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>O amor é mais simples que a calmaria.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HEYqfgYAIiI/TjAtBkY6pwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/2zqNJ9JkEDQ/s1600/1307019006922_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HEYqfgYAIiI/TjAtBkY6pwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/2zqNJ9JkEDQ/s400/1307019006922_f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;― Faz sentido, não faz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;― O quê? Tentar não gostar de mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;― É.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;― Pra mim, não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;― Digo, que EU tente parar com isso, porque é claro que você não pode parar de gostar de você mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;― Mas como vou saber, se estamos falando exatamente de mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;― Então, tudo bem, vejamos… Faz sentido você tentar parar de gostar de mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;― De mim sem ser mim, fala de mim você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;― É, de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;― Na verdade, ainda não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;―&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Como não, se todo amor chega pra nos destroçar?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;―&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É ao contrário, o amor só chega nos destroços, minha menina, você que olha errado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;―&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Como, se sempre que a gente precisa de amor, ele vai embora?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;―&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O amor só vai quando você começa, minha menina, a se acomodar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;― Como, se todo dia lutei por ele, zelei por aquilo que os poetas clamaram, me rendi a qualquer chamamento que viesse desse sentimento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;― Minha menina, esses argumentos são tão poucos para que deixe de me gostar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;― Não respondeu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;― “Não tenho a resposta, mas tenho uma pergunta/Será que você me salvaria da escuridão de uma vida?/E meus pedaços de revolução/Meu coração não tem saída/E meu desejo vai à contramão/O amor não tem explicação.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;― Você canta em horas inapropriadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;― É porque a amo e não tento parar, minha menina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;― Eu não quero me comover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;― Falarei em canção, sim. Amo tanto e não quero parar. Aceito, minha menina, o que vier de você, mesmo sem comoção, mesmo que seja desencanto, desilusão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;― É um bobo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;― De amores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;― Quero que me deixe em paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;― Eu deixo todos os dias, minha menina. Você que não vê. A paz só vem quando você entender que o amor é mais do que simples calmaria, e mesmo assim ele continua sendo brilhante, esplendoroso, arrepiante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Zaluzejos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-7843206863030885660?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/7843206863030885660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-amor-e-mais-simples-que-calmaria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/7843206863030885660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/7843206863030885660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-amor-e-mais-simples-que-calmaria.html' title='O amor é mais simples que a calmaria.'/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HEYqfgYAIiI/TjAtBkY6pwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/2zqNJ9JkEDQ/s72-c/1307019006922_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-9098646178590374034</id><published>2011-07-26T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T17:07:56.773-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade'/><title type='text'>Amigo verdadeiro.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xc6N2hYMxyI/Ti9WOImv3TI/AAAAAAAAAHw/h4oSGxawzWA/s1600/1311286437402_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xc6N2hYMxyI/Ti9WOImv3TI/AAAAAAAAAHw/h4oSGxawzWA/s400/1311286437402_f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Amigos não são só aqueles que te fazem rir, que fazem as melhores palhaçadas ou saem com você pra qualquer lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;Amigo é aquele que sempre vai estar com você rindo ou chorando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;, te aconselhando a fazer a coisa certa, é aquele que te guia na escuridão, que te da as mãos quando você está perdida.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;E você só descobre quem são seus amigos de verdade, em um momento que você precisa, porque quem está com você só por conveniência ou pra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;diversão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;vão ser os primeiros a irem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ccffff; font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-9098646178590374034?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/9098646178590374034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/amigo-verdadeiro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/9098646178590374034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/9098646178590374034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/amigo-verdadeiro.html' title='Amigo verdadeiro.'/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xc6N2hYMxyI/Ti9WOImv3TI/AAAAAAAAAHw/h4oSGxawzWA/s72-c/1311286437402_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-7879972428253786668</id><published>2011-07-26T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T17:11:48.859-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Diferenças!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Gostar:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g4A5PrFwVpI/Ti8qETL0XLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/jmuMWcYuk_4/s1600/1306707283052_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g4A5PrFwVpI/Ti8qETL0XLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/jmuMWcYuk_4/s400/1306707283052_f.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;É quando você se apega a uma pessoa e começa apreciá-la até demais.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Paixão:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oPOE8Z8vx9Y/Ti8pKb6SXLI/AAAAAAAAAHk/H0m6BT0WqDc/s1600/1304737799847_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oPOE8Z8vx9Y/Ti8pKb6SXLI/AAAAAAAAAHk/H0m6BT0WqDc/s400/1304737799847_f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;É quando você acha que a pessoa é perfeita.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Amor:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WoUir7JxKM8/Ti8raT0-R9I/AAAAAAAAAHs/cUaOuqlyeCY/s1600/1305481755717_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WoUir7JxKM8/Ti8raT0-R9I/AAAAAAAAAHs/cUaOuqlyeCY/s400/1305481755717_f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;É quando você sabe que a pessoa não é perfeita, mas não tá nem aí.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-7879972428253786668?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/7879972428253786668/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/diferencas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/7879972428253786668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/7879972428253786668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/diferencas.html' title='Diferenças!'/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g4A5PrFwVpI/Ti8qETL0XLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/jmuMWcYuk_4/s72-c/1306707283052_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-6886436453127468286</id><published>2011-07-25T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T17:18:07.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip Girl'/><title type='text'>Careful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vIOgs4plneU/Ti3KA_fnGlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/8Gov8LJnkFE/s1600/1302205349551_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vIOgs4plneU/Ti3KA_fnGlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/8Gov8LJnkFE/s400/1302205349551_f.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As estrelas que brilham mais fortes, são as que queimam mais rápido.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gossip Girl.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-6886436453127468286?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/6886436453127468286/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/careful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/6886436453127468286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/6886436453127468286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/careful.html' title='Careful'/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vIOgs4plneU/Ti3KA_fnGlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/8Gov8LJnkFE/s72-c/1302205349551_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-3668032674642229722</id><published>2011-07-25T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T08:24:23.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip Girl'/><title type='text'>Um passo... Pra frente ou pra trás?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G0UMZFZngyc/Ti3IjeF6CbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/vp522j_adho/s1600/1310650094665_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G0UMZFZngyc/Ti3IjeF6CbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/vp522j_adho/s400/1310650094665_f.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dizem que, não importa qual seja a verdade, as pessoas vêem o que querem ver. Algumas pessoas podem dar um passo para trás e descobrirem que estavam olhando a mesma cena por todo o tempo. Algumas pessoas podem ver que suas mentiras quase acabaram com elas. Algumas pessoas podem ver o que estava na sua frente o tempo todo. E ainda há aquelas pessoas que correm o máximo que podem para não terem que olhar para si mesmas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gossip Girl.&lt;/em&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-3668032674642229722?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/3668032674642229722/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/um-passo-pra-frente-ou-pra-tras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/3668032674642229722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/3668032674642229722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/um-passo-pra-frente-ou-pra-tras.html' title='Um passo... Pra frente ou pra trás?'/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G0UMZFZngyc/Ti3IjeF6CbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/vp522j_adho/s72-c/1310650094665_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-2812384226039262185</id><published>2011-07-25T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T17:18:42.624-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephanie Meyer'/><title type='text'>Precisa de um coração?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mLQzV7tpMhw/Ti3HAVGx-oI/AAAAAAAAAHY/beZmkzpD0uM/s1600/1311291064292_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mLQzV7tpMhw/Ti3HAVGx-oI/AAAAAAAAAHY/beZmkzpD0uM/s400/1311291064292_f.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu tenho cara de que? Magico de OZ? Você precisa de um cérebro? Precisa de uma coração? Venha aqui, pegue o meu. Leve tudo que tenho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stephanie Meyer.&lt;/em&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-2812384226039262185?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/2812384226039262185/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/precisa-de-um-coracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/2812384226039262185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/2812384226039262185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/precisa-de-um-coracao.html' title='Precisa de um coração?'/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mLQzV7tpMhw/Ti3HAVGx-oI/AAAAAAAAAHY/beZmkzpD0uM/s72-c/1311291064292_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-2088803455399309347</id><published>2011-07-25T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T17:20:07.710-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meg Cabot'/><title type='text'>Temor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nVIiR6FSzJM/Ti3FAe0Pt5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/xFjqxVfekPg/s1600/1311382072638_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nVIiR6FSzJM/Ti3FAe0Pt5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/xFjqxVfekPg/s400/1311382072638_f.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Coragem não é a ausência do medo, mas a decisão de que algo é mais importante que o medo. O corajoso pode não viver para sempre, mas o cauteloso nunca vive plenamente."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meg Cabot.﻿&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-2088803455399309347?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/2088803455399309347/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/temor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/2088803455399309347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/2088803455399309347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/temor.html' title='Temor?'/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nVIiR6FSzJM/Ti3FAe0Pt5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/xFjqxVfekPg/s72-c/1311382072638_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-2708270620677029384</id><published>2011-07-25T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T08:25:50.349-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob Marley'/><title type='text'>Vento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_6fPCqiJ5aI/Ti2eab59QvI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/BzX0OgRNDqQ/s1600/1307503048516_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_6fPCqiJ5aI/Ti2eab59QvI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/BzX0OgRNDqQ/s400/1307503048516_f.jpg" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Os ventos que as vezes tiram&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;algo que amamos, são os&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;mesmos que trazem algo que&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;aprendemos a amar...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por isso não devemos chorar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;pelo que nos foi tirado e sim,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;aprender a amar o que nos foi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;dado. Pois tudo aquilo que é&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;realmente nosso, nunca se vai&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;para sempre...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bob Marley.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-2708270620677029384?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/2708270620677029384/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/vento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/2708270620677029384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/2708270620677029384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/vento.html' title='Vento...'/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_6fPCqiJ5aI/Ti2eab59QvI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/BzX0OgRNDqQ/s72-c/1307503048516_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-9102419842801548543</id><published>2011-07-24T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T08:26:39.367-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanessa Ferro'/><title type='text'>Ah! A vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QpjE-60dFLM/TiwwuD2rNUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/seLScdw8sZY/s1600/1301253507805_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QpjE-60dFLM/TiwwuD2rNUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/seLScdw8sZY/s400/1301253507805_f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;O que seria da nossa vida se não passássemos por tantas coisas?! Se não pudéssemos experimentar todos os sentimentos, sejam eles negativos ou não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;Temos que concordar que sofrer não é bom, muito menos quando se sofre por amor mas que graça teria se não soubéssemos o 'gosto' desse sentimento? Não teria graça se fôssemos apenas felizes, se não tivéssemos que lutar por nada, se não tivéssemos que buscar coisa alguma, que batalhar por um objetivo; nossa vidas seriam monótonas demais e nós não teríamos ânimo pra nada, muito menos emoção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;A vida só é boa porque podemos provar tudo, de todos os sentimentos existentes sejam eles dolorosos ou não, podendo assim saber se um dia fomos felizes ou não, poder desfrutar de tudo que a vida nos proporciona, seja algo que nos faça rir e nos faça feliz, seja algo que no entristeça e nos faça chorar. De nada adiantaria se não tivéssemos a dimensão do que nos faz rir, do que nos faz chorar, do que nos faz bem ou não, como poderíamos saber se fomo felizes ou não com algo se não pudéssemos experimentar todos esses sentimentos?! A monotonia tomaria conta de nossas vidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Vanessa Ferro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-9102419842801548543?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/9102419842801548543/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/ah-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/9102419842801548543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/9102419842801548543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/ah-vida.html' title='Ah! A vida...'/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QpjE-60dFLM/TiwwuD2rNUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/seLScdw8sZY/s72-c/1301253507805_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-2997425528664341735</id><published>2011-07-21T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T17:20:38.439-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Impossível?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tZmRzJaa7xU/TihXi1dzmpI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Gu_FqdSaBlo/s1600/1296061874075_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tZmRzJaa7xU/TihXi1dzmpI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Gu_FqdSaBlo/s400/1296061874075_f.jpg" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eles dizem que é impossível encontrar o amor sem perder a razão. Mas pra quem tem pensamento forte o impossível é só questão de opinião!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-2997425528664341735?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/2997425528664341735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/impossivel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/2997425528664341735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/2997425528664341735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/impossivel.html' title='Impossível?'/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tZmRzJaa7xU/TihXi1dzmpI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Gu_FqdSaBlo/s72-c/1296061874075_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-7681203262035976009</id><published>2011-07-20T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T08:27:13.878-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marta Medeiros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comportamento'/><title type='text'>Feliz dia do Amigo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR_-2tja-bc/TibJzgn7FEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5hMZGXD180Q/s1600/1311162335514_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR_-2tja-bc/TibJzgn7FEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5hMZGXD180Q/s400/1311162335514_f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Para que serve um amigo? Para rachar a gasolina, emprestar a prancha, recomendar um disco, dar carona pra festa, passar cola, caminhar no shopping, segurar a barra. Todas as alternativas estão corretas, porém isso não basta para guardar um amigo do lado esquerdo do peito. [...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;[...]&amp;nbsp;Um amigo não racha apenas a gasolina: racha lembranças, crises de choro, experiências. Racha a culpa, racha segredos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Um amigo não empresta apenas a prancha. Empresta o verbo, empresta o ombro, empresta o tempo, empresta o calor e a jaqueta.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo não recomenda apenas um disco. Recomenda cautela, recomenda um emprego, recomenda um país.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo não dá carona apenas pra festa. Te leva pro mundo dele, e topa conhecer o teu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo não passa apenas cola. Passa contigo um aperto, passa junto o reveillon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo não caminha apenas no shopping. Anda em silêncio na dor, entra contigo em campo, sai do fracasso ao teu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo não segura a barra, apenas. Segura a mão, a ausência, segura uma confissão, segura o tranco, o palavrão, segura o elevador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duas dúzias de amigos assim ninguém tem. Se tiver um, amém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Martha Medeiros.&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/3167507248172822777-7681203262035976009?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/7681203262035976009/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/feliz-dia-do-amigo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/7681203262035976009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/7681203262035976009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/feliz-dia-do-amigo.html' title='Feliz dia do Amigo!'/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR_-2tja-bc/TibJzgn7FEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5hMZGXD180Q/s72-c/1311162335514_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-906556079790234911</id><published>2011-07-19T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T14:32:47.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Nem por você, nem por ninguém!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YaZFId5L9_4/TiX3pcs1AKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/iYgqcDc23Cw/s1600/1307663184361_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YaZFId5L9_4/TiX3pcs1AKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/iYgqcDc23Cw/s400/1307663184361_f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;Você já sabe me conhece muito bem, eu sou capaz de ir vou muito mais além&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;Do que você imagina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;Eu não desisto assim tão fácil meu amor, das coisas que eu quero fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;e ainda não fiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;Na vida tudo tem seu preço seu valor e eu só quero dessa vida é ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;Eu não abro mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;Nem por você, nem por ninguém, eu me desfaço dos meus planos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;Quero saber bem mais que os meus vinte e poucos anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;Nem por você nem por ninguém, eu me desfaço dos meus planos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;Quero saber bem mais que os meus vinte e poucos anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;Tem gente ainda me esperando pra contar, as novidades que eu já canso de saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;Eu sei também que tem gente me enganando, mas que bobagem já é tempo de crescer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;Eu não abro mão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-906556079790234911?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/906556079790234911/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/nem-por-voce-nem-por-ninguem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/906556079790234911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/906556079790234911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/nem-por-voce-nem-por-ninguem.html' title='Nem por você, nem por ninguém!'/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YaZFId5L9_4/TiX3pcs1AKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/iYgqcDc23Cw/s72-c/1307663184361_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-1838388120474137921</id><published>2011-07-18T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T08:28:35.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clarice Lispector'/><title type='text'>Há momentos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k7RSjEEr9vc/TiRYIgJP8sI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_SxVg5yzm98/s1600/1292599419659_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k7RSjEEr9vc/TiRYIgJP8sI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_SxVg5yzm98/s400/1292599419659_f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Há momentos na vida em que sentimos tanto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a falta de alguém que o que mais queremos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;é tirar esta pessoa de nossos sonhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e abraçá-la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sonhe com aquilo que você quiser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seja o que você quer ser,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;porque você possui apenas uma vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e nela só se tem uma chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de fazer aquilo que se quer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tenha felicidade bastante para fazê-la doce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dificuldades para fazê-la forte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tristeza para fazê-la humana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E esperança suficiente para fazê-la feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As pessoas mais felizes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não têm as melhores coisas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elas sabem fazer o melhor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;das oportunidades que aparecem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;em seus caminhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A felicidade aparece para aqueles que choram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para aqueles que se machucam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para aqueles que buscam e tentam sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E para aqueles que reconhecem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a importância das pessoas que passam por suas vidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O futuro mais brilhante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;é baseado num passado intensamente vivido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você só terá sucesso na vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quando perdoar os erros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e as decepções do passado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A vida é curta, mas as emoções que podemos deixar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;duram uma eternidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A vida não é de se brincar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;porque um belo dia se morre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarice Lispector.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-1838388120474137921?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/1838388120474137921/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/ha-momentos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/1838388120474137921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/1838388120474137921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/ha-momentos.html' title='Há momentos.'/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k7RSjEEr9vc/TiRYIgJP8sI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_SxVg5yzm98/s72-c/1292599419659_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-998968125475019100</id><published>2011-07-17T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T17:22:33.072-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Voando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PSrHo_VdWho/TiNGDEgilwI/AAAAAAAAAGw/swypqLHSKiw/s1600/1310591743265_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PSrHo_VdWho/TiNGDEgilwI/AAAAAAAAAGw/swypqLHSKiw/s400/1310591743265_f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E o amor onde é que está?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu vou buscar pra dar pra você&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brincar de imitar um bem-te-vi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Correr daqui pra ali veloz qual colibri&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mesmo sem direção pelo ar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vou voar, mas volto pra te ver&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-998968125475019100?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/998968125475019100/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/voando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/998968125475019100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/998968125475019100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/voando.html' title='Voando...'/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PSrHo_VdWho/TiNGDEgilwI/AAAAAAAAAGw/swypqLHSKiw/s72-c/1310591743265_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-6298212814754495290</id><published>2011-07-16T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T08:28:49.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubem Alves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comportamento'/><title type='text'>Saudade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2NjKgXYuKWI/TiHE2bG32JI/AAAAAAAAAGg/RCZuQ6NSdyM/s1600/tumblr_ljtgm8hUB61qf8l7ao1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2NjKgXYuKWI/TiHE2bG32JI/AAAAAAAAAGg/RCZuQ6NSdyM/s400/tumblr_ljtgm8hUB61qf8l7ao1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ao final de nossas longas andanças, chegamos finalmente a um lugar. E o vemos então pela primeira vez. Para isso caminhamos a vida inteira, para chegar ao lugar de onde partimos. E, quando chegamos, é surpresa. É como se nunca o tivéssemos visto. Agora, ao final de nossas andanças, nossos olhos são outros, olhos de velhice, de saudade.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rubem Alves.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-6298212814754495290?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/6298212814754495290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/saudade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/6298212814754495290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/6298212814754495290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/saudade.html' title='Saudade...'/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2NjKgXYuKWI/TiHE2bG32JI/AAAAAAAAAGg/RCZuQ6NSdyM/s72-c/tumblr_ljtgm8hUB61qf8l7ao1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-2637802702188977304</id><published>2011-07-15T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T17:22:50.590-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comportamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fabrício Carpinejar'/><title type='text'>Falta de tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QHE9ALemQ7E/TiCLH0SNYyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/YVgmUdpzhOQ/s1600/1298351422784_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="332" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QHE9ALemQ7E/TiCLH0SNYyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/YVgmUdpzhOQ/s400/1298351422784_f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Existe um único antídoto para a falta de tempo. Um único.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Estar apaixonado.Esquecer de si para inventar o desejo. O desejo transforma-se no próprio tempo. Tudo é adiado.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fabrício Carpinejar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-2637802702188977304?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/2637802702188977304/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/falta-de-tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/2637802702188977304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/2637802702188977304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/falta-de-tempo.html' title='Falta de tempo'/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QHE9ALemQ7E/TiCLH0SNYyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/YVgmUdpzhOQ/s72-c/1298351422784_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-5127508397715102295</id><published>2011-07-15T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T17:23:08.671-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clarice Lispector'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VBWTAJG3dNk/TiBAMLr6ylI/AAAAAAAAAD4/g48KhQc-8Hc/s1600/1262875656561_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VBWTAJG3dNk/TiBAMLr6ylI/AAAAAAAAAD4/g48KhQc-8Hc/s400/1262875656561_f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Porque eu fazia do amor um cálculo matemático errado: pensava que, somando as compreensões, eu amava. Não sabia que, somando as incompreensões é que se ama verdadeiramente. Porque eu, só por ter tido carinho, pensei que amar é fácil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Clarice Lispector.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-5127508397715102295?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/5127508397715102295/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/porque-eu-fazia-do-amor-um-calculo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/5127508397715102295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/5127508397715102295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/porque-eu-fazia-do-amor-um-calculo.html' title=''/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VBWTAJG3dNk/TiBAMLr6ylI/AAAAAAAAAD4/g48KhQc-8Hc/s72-c/1262875656561_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-9106893672303307772</id><published>2011-07-14T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T17:23:33.174-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comportamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caio F'/><title type='text'>Esperança...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zGGRbiQuBWI/Th8vXdBX40I/AAAAAAAAAD0/KWE_PRTm5dE/s1600/1303167608229_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zGGRbiQuBWI/Th8vXdBX40I/AAAAAAAAAD0/KWE_PRTm5dE/s400/1303167608229_f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bom, feliz talvez ainda não. Mas tenho assim... aquela coisa... como era mesmo o nome? Aquela coisa antiga, que fazia a gente esperar que tudo desse certo, sabe qual?&lt;br /&gt;— Esperança? Não me diga que você está com esperança!&lt;br /&gt;— Estou, estou.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Caio F.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-9106893672303307772?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/9106893672303307772/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/esperanca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/9106893672303307772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/9106893672303307772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/esperanca.html' title='Esperança...'/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zGGRbiQuBWI/Th8vXdBX40I/AAAAAAAAAD0/KWE_PRTm5dE/s72-c/1303167608229_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-3178970379307158792</id><published>2011-07-14T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T09:08:57.024-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Elas merecem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-26OyvnwR-sU/Th8UBoeoPCI/AAAAAAAAADc/pYQp2ChCL5w/s1600/1308782744061_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-26OyvnwR-sU/Th8UBoeoPCI/AAAAAAAAADc/pYQp2ChCL5w/s400/1308782744061_f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;"Encontre um homem que te chame de linda em vez de gostosa. Que te ligue de volta quando você desligar na cara dele. Que deite embaixo das estrelas e escute as batidas do seu coração, ou que permaneça acordado só para observar você dormindo. Espere pelo homem que te beije na testa. Que queira te mostrar para todo mundo mesmo quando você está suando. Um homem que segure sua mão na frente dos amigos dele. Que te ache a mulher mais bonita do mundo mesmo quando você está sem nenhuma maquiagem e que insista em te segurar pela cintura. Aquele que te lembra constantemente o quanto ele se preocupa com você e o quanto sortudo ele é por estar ao seu lado. Espere por aquele que esperará por você... Aquele que vire para os amigos e diga &lt;i&gt;"É&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ela&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-3178970379307158792?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/3178970379307158792/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/elas-merecem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/3178970379307158792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/3178970379307158792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/elas-merecem.html' title='Elas merecem!'/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-26OyvnwR-sU/Th8UBoeoPCI/AAAAAAAAADc/pYQp2ChCL5w/s72-c/1308782744061_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-5486001198981000288</id><published>2011-07-14T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T05:13:30.647-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade'/><title type='text'>Best Friend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CDw89_R239I/Th7dN9TeFII/AAAAAAAAADY/IeXXjr-vkKc/s1600/1305738112943_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CDw89_R239I/Th7dN9TeFII/AAAAAAAAADY/IeXXjr-vkKc/s400/1305738112943_f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;“Posso viver milhões de anos, conhecer milhões de pessoas, rir milhões de vezes com alguém, mas nada nem ninguém pode ser comparada a uma amiga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Porque eu posso estar na companhia de quem for, escutando quem for, conhecendo quem for, namorando quem for, mas companhia nenhuma se compara a de uma melhor amiga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Porque palavra nenhuma explica, quantidade nenhuma é bastante, e repetir milhões de vezes parece em vão porque a única coisa que pode demonstrar é o carinho, as risadas, as conversas, os conselhos!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Porque amor de melhor amiga não se explica, não se compara, não se discute, não se despreza, não se entende, só se aplica, e se demonstra!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/3167507248172822777-5486001198981000288?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/5486001198981000288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/best-friend_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/5486001198981000288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/5486001198981000288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/best-friend_14.html' title='Best Friend!'/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CDw89_R239I/Th7dN9TeFII/AAAAAAAAADY/IeXXjr-vkKc/s72-c/1305738112943_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-5249417098006876113</id><published>2011-07-14T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T09:45:38.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>O tempo é rei!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-54Q8gnOOe9I/Th8dKKWxhKI/AAAAAAAAADg/PCj8Tt6OtxU/s1600/1305253779915_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-54Q8gnOOe9I/Th8dKKWxhKI/AAAAAAAAADg/PCj8Tt6OtxU/s400/1305253779915_f.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Ninguém é perfeito. Existe muita ilusão e você sabe muito bem. O tempo é sábio, o tempo é ouro, o tempo é rei, no dia-a-dia onde se prova quem é quem, suas atitudes, nas suas virtudes e até nos seus defeitos que se forem normais serão aceitos. Uma coisa eu já ouvi de um amigo meu, nunca tenha ingratidão com quem já te fortaleceu, essa é que é a verdade. ♪"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-5249417098006876113?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/5249417098006876113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-tempo-e-rei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/5249417098006876113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/5249417098006876113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-tempo-e-rei.html' title='O tempo é rei!'/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-54Q8gnOOe9I/Th8dKKWxhKI/AAAAAAAAADg/PCj8Tt6OtxU/s72-c/1305253779915_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-4077084430034472886</id><published>2011-07-14T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T05:02:53.295-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>E que dure para sempre!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sjniJrShAuw/Th7av3GrBSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/SKcJ366-XYw/s1600/1307186844546_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sjniJrShAuw/Th7av3GrBSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/SKcJ366-XYw/s400/1307186844546_f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"Eu quero um amor barato que dure menos de um ano, acompanhado de uma garrafa de um bom vinho ou champagne francês que dure para sempre, que dormir com você numa viagem de carro, num carro velho e espaçoso, quero ver as estrelas e tirar fotos de beijos e abraços dados durante a madrugada.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Quero que você revire minha vida, mude minha cabeça e suma de repente numa manhã ensolarada enquanto eu durmo, deixando apenas um “Eu te amarei” escrito na escrivaninha. Me ligue daí dois anos pedindo perdão, diga que se arrepende e que não encontrou alguém melhor para me substituir, vire minha cabeça novamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Entre na minha casa e faça eu mudar os móveis de lugar, faça eu trocar os lençóis e arrumar minha cama, faça eu jogar o perfume barato que o meu ex namorado me deu no lixo, faça eu me apaixonar por você de novo, todos os dias, não será difícil, você é bom nisso.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Não me traga flores, você sabe que eu não gosto, elas murcham e morrem rápido demais; me traga fotos e garrafas de bebida barata e doce.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Me empurre no balanço do meu jardim, me jogue no lago e pule logo para me beijar; me abrace, me ama na manhã seguinte. Brigue comigo, me contradiga, fique em silencio enquanto grito, cale a minha boca me beijando devagar até eu perder o ar e depois ria da minha cara, por eu ser tão fraca e me render a você facilmente. Me faça um jantar em casa, me leve para jantar fora, me apresente aos seus pais, me leve para sair com os seus amigos, saia sozinho com eles.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Me apóie, diga que me entende mesmo não entendendo, seja paciente comigo, costumo ser indecisa. Dance comigo fora do ritmo, dance comigo sem música, dance comigo no meio da rua.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Me faça adormecer, me embebede, cuide de mim. Nunca me deixe sozinha, mesmo quando pedir, eu detesto a solidão. Me abrace muito forte quando eu chorar e diga que tudo vai melhorar. Goste do meu mau humor matinal e da minha inquietude a noite.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Me acorde no meio da madrugada para dizer que me ama, me deixe dormindo numa manhã ensolarada com um bilhete sobre a escrivaninha do quarto escrito “Eu te amarei” fazendo eu acreditar que você foi embora de novo, bata à minha porta na manhã seguinte e diga “Eu não posso ir, perdi seu telefone”, me abrace nessa hora, me pegue no colo e reescreva nosso amor de novo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;“Eu quero uma garrafa de um vinho barato ou uma champagne que dure menos que um ano, acompanhado de um bom amor que dure para sempre.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-4077084430034472886?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/4077084430034472886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/e-que-dure-para-sempre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/4077084430034472886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/4077084430034472886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/e-que-dure-para-sempre.html' title='E que dure para sempre!'/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sjniJrShAuw/Th7av3GrBSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/SKcJ366-XYw/s72-c/1307186844546_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-3188214487349116462</id><published>2011-07-14T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T04:53:54.370-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comportamento'/><title type='text'>ME?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XMLX4wOOPOs/Th7Yimp5gEI/AAAAAAAAADM/QubsVw_HENo/s1600/1307540690555_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XMLX4wOOPOs/Th7Yimp5gEI/AAAAAAAAADM/QubsVw_HENo/s400/1307540690555_f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(...) Momentos, opiniões, criticas e dores. Tudo chega a mim de um modo só. Me abalo com poucas coisas, sofro por antecipação, choro por medo dos meus próprios deslizes. Sou convicta quando afirmo me achar uma derrotada em tudo; porque o "tudo" que faço acaba me destruindo ou destruindo alguém que amo. Sou assim, confusamente perdida e sem rumo; nunca sei para onde ir; sei apenas onde quero chegar. E morro de medo que posso encontrar nesse caminho.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sabe, nem eu me entendo mais...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Créditos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com.br/chicletinha_loka/about"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;chicletinha_loka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-3188214487349116462?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/3188214487349116462/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/3188214487349116462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/3188214487349116462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/me.html' title='ME?'/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XMLX4wOOPOs/Th7Yimp5gEI/AAAAAAAAADM/QubsVw_HENo/s72-c/1307540690555_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-2443151749442110818</id><published>2011-07-14T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T04:50:32.842-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comportamento'/><title type='text'>Verdades...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fUPIxG8iIgg/Th7XGETa-EI/AAAAAAAAADI/dX1dKmIelHM/s1600/1310047599004_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fUPIxG8iIgg/Th7XGETa-EI/AAAAAAAAADI/dX1dKmIelHM/s400/1310047599004_f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quando nós, meninas, éramos pequenas sempre ouvíamos historias onde o príncipe salva a princesa e eles vivem felizes para sempre.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Conforme crescemos nos apaixonamos por garotos, nem que sejam lindos, nem que sejam “galinhas”... O fato é que sempre sofremos e enfrentamos grandes e pequenos obstáculos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Às vezes até chegava um momento que tínhamos vontade de desistir de tudo!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Todas as emoções e sentimentos se misturavam e, até hoje se misturam.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Pensamos que encontramos o amor da nossa vida, mas nem sempre é verdade...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nem sempre tudo o que sentimos, vivemos ou ouvimos, é verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Nem sempre uma foto ou uma carta mostra a realidade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Nem sempre nossos sonhos viram realidade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mas isso está relacionado à “nem sempre”...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Só que quando menos esperamos aquilo que realmente desejamos vira realidade, e então não pensamos duas vezes antes de sentir, de aproveitar, de viver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Porque é isso que estou fazendo agora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-2443151749442110818?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/2443151749442110818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/verdades.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/2443151749442110818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/2443151749442110818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/verdades.html' title='Verdades...'/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fUPIxG8iIgg/Th7XGETa-EI/AAAAAAAAADI/dX1dKmIelHM/s72-c/1310047599004_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-2480291183345203593</id><published>2011-07-14T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T04:44:08.459-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comportamento'/><title type='text'>Desejos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aZAGvaDTk8k/Th7WM3xHYyI/AAAAAAAAADE/tRn5lFVgkIA/s1600/1309658517382_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aZAGvaDTk8k/Th7WM3xHYyI/AAAAAAAAADE/tRn5lFVgkIA/s400/1309658517382_f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E essa vontade louca de te ver que não me deixa em paz?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E porque essa distância enorme tinha que existir para atrapalhar nós dois?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O desejo de te ver, te tocar, te beijar... Está apenas aumentando dentro de mim. Mas querido entenda, não podemos fazer nada! Pelo menos não agora..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;“Você conhece milhares de pessoas e nenhuma te toca, ai você conhece uma e sua vida muda.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-2480291183345203593?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/2480291183345203593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/desejos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/2480291183345203593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/2480291183345203593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/desejos.html' title='Desejos'/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aZAGvaDTk8k/Th7WM3xHYyI/AAAAAAAAADE/tRn5lFVgkIA/s72-c/1309658517382_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167507248172822777.post-4644029570683218900</id><published>2011-07-14T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T04:41:50.970-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comportamento'/><title type='text'>Distância</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hdpa-MpjlHE/Th7VjL1rITI/AAAAAAAAADA/owhGURJozFk/s1600/1308363750404_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hdpa-MpjlHE/Th7VjL1rITI/AAAAAAAAADA/owhGURJozFk/s400/1308363750404_f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Os passos estão cada vez mais longe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Apenas buscando sair daqui&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Corra, o mais rápido possivel..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Antes q a porta se feche!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Desespero, ódio, medo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Vejo tudo isso em você,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Você nao sabe mas, isso me faz tão bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167507248172822777-4644029570683218900?l=perypecias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/feeds/4644029570683218900/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/distancia_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/4644029570683218900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167507248172822777/posts/default/4644029570683218900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perypecias.blogspot.com/2011/07/distancia_14.html' title='Distância'/><author><name>Év..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222785951155808234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqB057B4zOI/Tjhq2fd-moI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5eVubULXUY/s220/nf0ob_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hdpa-MpjlHE/Th7VjL1rITI/AAAAAAAAADA/owhGURJozFk/s72-c/1308363750404_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
