<?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-299161029565740835</id><updated>2012-02-04T23:15:10.460-08:00</updated><category term='Alma Gemea'/><category term='Karol'/><category term='Whatever 4 All'/><category term='O 1º Momento Em Que Sai Do Aeroporto Na Minha 1º Viagem A Londres'/><category term='GREED'/><category term='Eu joguei'/><category term='WRATH'/><category term='Tipico Leão'/><category term='Luz No Fundo Do Tunel'/><category term='rehab'/><category term='Inverno'/><category term='Amizade'/><category term='PRIDE'/><category term='flog'/><category term='Amigo É...'/><category term='Pq tanto ódio?'/><category term='loOl'/><category term='O 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Sonhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09307321885033531713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/TMCqZPhFUaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/08Zj_wzzx-0/S220/P1020491.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299161029565740835.post-4448530596682871815</id><published>2010-11-16T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T15:28:15.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>os 1*s dias sao sempre mais dificeis</title><content type='html'>uau&lt;br /&gt;o 1* dia posso dizer k agora realmente compreendo a lei da relatividade, 1mn com um grosso dura segundos e 1mn com o mao em agua escadada dura houras.neste caso fikei com a mao escaldada:p&lt;br /&gt;a realidade da influencia dos "incensos" no dia a dia assusta me.&lt;br /&gt;parece k as coisas k gosto de fazer perde um pouco do seu brilho.peter pan na terra do nunca sem o plim pim pim pr voar.&lt;br /&gt;tv, pc, wii, etc.cm posso axar td borring?&lt;br /&gt;e de noite, a ouvir o barulho da xuva e do vento la fora enquanto bebo uma cha e vejo um bom filme é dos momentos k me arrependo do meu pacto.penso "so hj ,amanha volto ao regime".&lt;br /&gt;ansiedade e insonias faz me ficar acordada ate a exaustao do corpo e mente.&lt;br /&gt;depois de sonhos animados acordo com um poukinho de depressao ao incarar o dia.&lt;br /&gt;fico a pensar num antigo pacto k durou 3 meses.se consegui antes vou conseguir agora.a esperanca ta dentro de mim cm uma fantochada religiosa.e sigo em frente com mais fe e optimismo.&lt;br /&gt;claro k o drama k descrevo é so pr os 2 primeiros dias(n é propriamennte nd pesado)&lt;br /&gt;dia 3 ja acordo mais pacificamente.ja me eskeco k antes a essa hora estaria a fazer algo diferente.&lt;br /&gt;procuro mais intensamente por algo de me disafie.&lt;br /&gt;a minha procura comecou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy&lt;br /&gt;smoke weed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299161029565740835-4448530596682871815?l=goddessofeden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessofeden.blogspot.com/feeds/4448530596682871815/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299161029565740835&amp;postID=4448530596682871815' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299161029565740835/posts/default/4448530596682871815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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torna em charro"."alem da dependencia fisica,fidel destroi as outras drogas pr nos.tanto as drogas legais cm as ilegais."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A reabilitação é um processo global e dinâmico orientado para a recuperação física e psicológica."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de meses a consumir religiosamente "fidel weed"&lt;br /&gt;(sem ter conhecimento das consequências claro)&lt;br /&gt;ta na altura da rehab.2 semanas.&lt;br /&gt;mas n vou tar sozinha nesta viagem épica.td custa menos se tivermos 1 apoio psicologico de alguem k ta a passar o mm,ne?;)&lt;br /&gt;nos proximos capitulos irei descrever tds os dramas k o nosso corpo e mente vomita enquanto se encontra em rehab.nervos a flor da pele, insónias e longos momentos de tédio.&lt;br /&gt;god help us all=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy&lt;br /&gt;Smoke weed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K*&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b082681aa46ca7e4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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cubano, primeiro presidente do Conselho de Estado da República de Cuba (1976-2007), que actualmente, ocupa o cargo de primeiro-secretário do Comitê Central do Partido Comunista de Cuba.&lt;br /&gt;mas pr o frequentadores do cogumelo magico essa palavra tem um novo significado.&lt;br /&gt;mas 1º vou vos contar as maravilhas do c.m.Um sitio de fantasias e viagens alucinogenicas.onde se contorna a lei mudando o nome e colocando aviso de consumo improprio.estou a falar do mundo das drogas legais.um bofete das mais variadas drogas do momento.ha substituição pr td.coca,md,alucinogenicos,charro...&lt;br /&gt;n ha mais viagens a bairros estranhos nem depender do humor do diller pr nos vender alguma coisa de qualidade e de quantidades decentes. &lt;br /&gt;voltando agora ao fidel.é um "incenso" k fumado se torna em charro.de tds os "incensos" este é o mais forte.é necessário ter cuidado ao ser fabricado.deve ser testada a sua resistencia fazendo o 1º charro relativamente pekeno.isto deixa nos completamente ko.nem as drogas legais nos deixa assim.bate enquanto ainda tas a fuma la e a moca dura bastante tempo.parece o charro perfeito ne?&lt;br /&gt;MAS NAO!!!&lt;br /&gt;dentro deste lago cristalino e pacifico algo maligno nada nas profundezas.algo com dentes e garras pronto a atacar a qq momento.&lt;br /&gt;este monstro marinho é as consequencias do uso continuo de fidel.alem da dependencia fisica,fidel destroi as outras drogas pr nos.tanto as drogas legais cm as ilegais.no momento em k tas habituado ,o resto deixa de bater.e tou a falar de polen,haxixe e bolota potende.charros gigantes k deixariam qq fumador batido com mocas descomunais,mas k em nos(fidel smokers) nd bate:,(&lt;br /&gt;felizmente é passageiro.ao cortar no fidel tem de se esperar algum tempo pr ele sair do sangue e td voltara ao normal:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy&lt;br /&gt;Smoke weed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Sonhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09307321885033531713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/TMCqZPhFUaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/08Zj_wzzx-0/S220/P1020491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/TOBdK2F_XII/AAAAAAAAAJo/xIJdOZ8Wet0/s72-c/cogumelos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299161029565740835.post-4082272868801178051</id><published>2009-09-29T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T18:03:19.122-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GREED'/><title type='text'>7 Deadly Sins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SsKuJveLErI/AAAAAAAAAI4/93a9Ck8mXMM/s1600-h/7+greed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SsKuJveLErI/AAAAAAAAAI4/93a9Ck8mXMM/s400/7+greed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387059586673611442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greed (Latin, avaritia), also known as avarice or covetousness, is, like lust and gluttony, a sin of excess. &lt;br /&gt;However, greed (as seen by the church) is applied to the acquisition of wealth in particular. &lt;br /&gt;St. Thomas Aquinas wrote that greed was "a sin against God, just as all mortal sins, in as much as man condemns things eternal for the sake of temporal things." &lt;br /&gt;In Dante's Purgatory, the penitents were bound and laid face down on the ground for having concentrated too much on earthly thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;"Avarice" is more of a blanket term that can describe many other examples of greedy behavior. &lt;br /&gt;These include disloyalty, deliberate betrayal, or treason,[citation needed] especially for personal gain, for example through bribery. &lt;br /&gt;Scavenging[citation needed] and hoarding of materials or objects, theft and robbery, especially by means of violence, trickery, or manipulation of authority are all actions that may be inspired by greed. &lt;br /&gt;Such misdeeds can include simony, where one profits from soliciting goods within the actual confines of a church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299161029565740835-4082272868801178051?l=goddessofeden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessofeden.blogspot.com/feeds/4082272868801178051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299161029565740835&amp;postID=4082272868801178051' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299161029565740835/posts/default/4082272868801178051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299161029565740835/posts/default/4082272868801178051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessofeden.blogspot.com/2009/09/7-deadly-sins_6860.html' title='7 Deadly Sins'/><author><name>Nos Somos Feitos Da Mesma Materia Dos Nossos Sonhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09307321885033531713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/TMCqZPhFUaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/08Zj_wzzx-0/S220/P1020491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In almost every list Pride (Latin, superbia), or hubris, is considered the original and most serious of the seven deadly sins, and indeed the ultimate source from which the others arise. &lt;br /&gt;It is identified as a desire to be more important or attractive than others, failing to acknowledge the good work of others, and excessive love of self (especially holding self out of proper position toward God). &lt;br /&gt;Dante's definition was "love of self perverted to hatred and contempt for one's neighbor." &lt;br /&gt;In Jacob Bidermann's medieval miracle play, Cenodoxus, pride is the deadliest of all the sins and leads directly to the damnation of the titulary famed Parisian doctor. &lt;br /&gt;In perhaps the best-known example, the story of Lucifer, pride (his desire to compete with God) was what caused his fall from Heaven, and his resultant transformation into Satan. &lt;br /&gt;In Dante's Divine Comedy, the penitents were forced to walk with stone slabs bearing down on their backs in order to induce feelings of humility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299161029565740835-3327658758844607612?l=goddessofeden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessofeden.blogspot.com/feeds/3327658758844607612/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299161029565740835&amp;postID=3327658758844607612' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299161029565740835/posts/default/3327658758844607612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299161029565740835/posts/default/3327658758844607612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessofeden.blogspot.com/2009/09/7-deadly-sins_5149.html' title='7 Deadly Sins'/><author><name>Nos Somos Feitos Da Mesma Materia Dos Nossos Sonhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09307321885033531713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/TMCqZPhFUaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/08Zj_wzzx-0/S220/P1020491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SsKtfuhGfYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/RgxIYoiKvkQ/s72-c/7+Pride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299161029565740835.post-7181075915840791665</id><published>2009-09-29T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T17:58:58.379-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SLOTH'/><title type='text'>7 Deadly Sins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SsKtMxWBA4I/AAAAAAAAAIo/7TXzkBwlccg/s1600-h/7+sloth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SsKtMxWBA4I/AAAAAAAAAIo/7TXzkBwlccg/s400/7+sloth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387058539204248450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLOTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gradually, the focus came to be on the consequences of acedia, rather than the cause, and so, by the 17th century, the exact deadly sin referred to was believed to be the failure to utilize one's talents and gifts.[citation needed] &lt;br /&gt;In practice, it came to be closer to sloth (Latin, Socordia) than acedia. &lt;br /&gt;Even in Dante's time there were signs of this change; &lt;br /&gt;in his Purgatorio he had portrayed the penance for acedia as running continuously at top speed.&lt;br /&gt;The modern view goes further, regarding laziness and indifference as the sin at the heart of the matter. &lt;br /&gt;Since this contrasts with a more wilful failure to, for example, love God and his works, sloth is often seen as being considerably less serious than the other sins, more a sin of omission than of commission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299161029565740835-7181075915840791665?l=goddessofeden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessofeden.blogspot.com/feeds/7181075915840791665/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299161029565740835&amp;postID=7181075915840791665' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299161029565740835.post-2761165270982924385</id><published>2009-09-29T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T17:57:41.923-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WRATH'/><title type='text'>7 Deadly Sins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SsKsZj70VEI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Dq8coktwvfQ/s1600-h/7+Wrath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SsKsZj70VEI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Dq8coktwvfQ/s400/7+Wrath.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387057659431375938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrath (Latin, ira), also known as anger or "rage", may be described as inordinate and uncontrolled feelings of hatred and anger. &lt;br /&gt;These feelings can manifest as vehement denial of the truth, both to others and in the form of self-denial, impatience with the procedure of law, and the desire to seek revenge outside of the workings of the justice system &lt;br /&gt;(such as engaging in vigilantism) &lt;br /&gt;and generally wishing to do evil or harm to others. &lt;br /&gt;The transgressions born of vengeance are among the most serious, including murder, assault, and in extreme cases, genocide. &lt;br /&gt;Wrath is the only sin not necessarily associated with selfishness or self-interest&lt;br /&gt; (although one can of course be wrathful for selfish reasons, such as jealousy, closely related to the sin of envy). &lt;br /&gt;Dante described vengeance as "love of justice perverted to revenge and spite". &lt;br /&gt;In its original form, the sin of wrath also encompassed anger pointed internally rather than externally. &lt;br /&gt;Thus suicide was deemed as the ultimate, albeit tragic, expression of wrath directed inwardly, a final rejection of God's gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299161029565740835-2761165270982924385?l=goddessofeden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessofeden.blogspot.com/feeds/2761165270982924385/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299161029565740835&amp;postID=2761165270982924385' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299161029565740835/posts/default/2761165270982924385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299161029565740835/posts/default/2761165270982924385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessofeden.blogspot.com/2009/09/7-deadly-sins_29.html' title='7 Deadly Sins'/><author><name>Nos Somos Feitos Da Mesma Materia Dos Nossos Sonhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09307321885033531713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/TMCqZPhFUaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/08Zj_wzzx-0/S220/P1020491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SsKsZj70VEI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Dq8coktwvfQ/s72-c/7+Wrath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299161029565740835.post-7834171495485625378</id><published>2009-09-29T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T17:53:17.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ENVY'/><title type='text'>7 Deadly Sins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SsKrvYvJDRI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1Z4WksLiQlU/s1600-h/7+envy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SsKrvYvJDRI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1Z4WksLiQlU/s400/7+envy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387056934870912274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENVY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like greed, Envy&lt;br /&gt;(Latin, invidia) &lt;br /&gt;may be characterized by an insatiable desire; &lt;br /&gt;they differ, however, for two main reasons. &lt;br /&gt;First, greed is largely associated with material goods,whereas envy may apply more generally. &lt;br /&gt;Second, those who commit the sin of envy resent that another person has something they perceive themselves as lacking, and wish the other person to be deprived of it. Dante defined this as "love of one's own good perverted to a desire to deprive other men of theirs." &lt;br /&gt;In Dante's Purgatory, the punishment for the envious is to have their eyes sewn shut with wire because they have gained sinful pleasure from seeing others brought low. &lt;br /&gt;Aquinas described envy as "sorrow for another's good"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299161029565740835-7834171495485625378?l=goddessofeden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessofeden.blogspot.com/feeds/7834171495485625378/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299161029565740835&amp;postID=7834171495485625378' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299161029565740835.post-1025407698886057676</id><published>2009-04-12T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:01:23.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu joguei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arriskei e perdi...whatever'/><title type='text'>Mas por mta força k faça ela passa por saber k te vivi..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Da Weasel-Mundos Mudos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SeKarR1Ej2I/AAAAAAAAAHs/RnUmKZ5MAgQ/s1600-h/gggggggggggg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323987777816399714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SeKarR1Ej2I/AAAAAAAAAHs/RnUmKZ5MAgQ/s320/gggggggggggg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ligo directo para a caixa de correio só para ouvir a&lt;br /&gt;tua&lt;br /&gt;voz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sei que é cena fora mas todo o dia chega a hora&lt;br /&gt;em que&lt;br /&gt;o lado esquerdo chora quando se lembra de nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A vida corre tranquila, cada vez menos reguila&lt;br /&gt;meto guita de parte e a cabeça não vacila tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Para minha alegria e meu espanto&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que o passado fique por onde deve estar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No pretérito imperfeito, já que não é mais-que-&lt;br /&gt;perfeito,&lt;br /&gt;Este é um presente que eu aceito&lt;br /&gt;Para atingir a tranquilidade&lt;br /&gt;Que supostamente se atinge com a nossa idade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A verdade é que a saudade do que passou&lt;br /&gt;Não é mais que muita...&lt;br /&gt;Mas por muita força que faça ela passa por saber que&lt;br /&gt;te vivi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tu deste tudo e eu joguei, arrisquei e perdi&lt;br /&gt;Agora,&lt;br /&gt;Muda de número, eu mudei o meu,&lt;br /&gt;Muda de número, eu mudei o meu,&lt;br /&gt;Muda de número, eu mudei o meu,&lt;br /&gt;Muda de Mundo que eu mudei o meu.&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que eu ligo tento deixar mensagem&lt;br /&gt;mas acabo por nunca arranjar a coragem&lt;br /&gt;Necessária&lt;br /&gt;Gostava apenas de partilhar contigo o quotidiano&lt;br /&gt;habitual&lt;br /&gt;Nada que se compare com as correrias&lt;br /&gt;doutras alturas e doutros abismos&lt;br /&gt;E já que falo por eufemismos&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de dizer que ainda gosto bastante de ti...&lt;br /&gt;A casa tá diferente, parece digna de gente&lt;br /&gt;Dá gosto sentar no sofá com a tv pela frente&lt;br /&gt;Comprei uma máquina de café&lt;br /&gt;Xpto, bem bonita, azul bebé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ocasionalmente cozinho e bebo o meu vinho&lt;br /&gt;E esqueço o fumo que nos dava aquele quentinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hoje em dia é mais à base do ar condicionado&lt;br /&gt;Condicionei a tentação num clima controlado&lt;br /&gt;Quero que saibas que tou bem, sei que tu mais ou&lt;br /&gt;menos&lt;br /&gt;Sempre gostaste de brincar em perigosos terrenos&lt;br /&gt;Em relação a isso eu não sei o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;E se calhar é por isso mesmo que acabo por não dizer&lt;br /&gt;que&lt;br /&gt;a verdade é que a saudade do que passou&lt;br /&gt;Não é mais que muita...&lt;br /&gt;Mas por muita força que faça ela passa por saber que&lt;br /&gt;te vivi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tu deste tudo e eu joguei, arrisquei e perdi&lt;br /&gt;Agora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Muda de número, eu mudei o meu,&lt;br /&gt;Muda de número, eu mudei o meu,&lt;br /&gt;Muda de número, eu mudei o meu,&lt;br /&gt;Muda de Mundo que eu mudei o meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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vivi..'/><author><name>Nos Somos Feitos Da Mesma Materia Dos Nossos Sonhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09307321885033531713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/TMCqZPhFUaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/08Zj_wzzx-0/S220/P1020491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SeKarR1Ej2I/AAAAAAAAAHs/RnUmKZ5MAgQ/s72-c/gggggggggggg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299161029565740835.post-308956545871864659</id><published>2009-03-02T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T03:19:05.023-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pq tanto ódio?'/><title type='text'>Ódio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SavAUwmwxPI/AAAAAAAAAHc/5d3ptlFKfLQ/s1600-h/Ã³dio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308548048663659762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SavAUwmwxPI/AAAAAAAAAHc/5d3ptlFKfLQ/s320/%C3%B3dio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ódio-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"O ódio é um sentimento de profunda antipatia, desgosto, aversão, raiva, rancor profundo, horror, inimizade ou repulsa contra uma pessoa ou algo, assim como o desejo de evitar, limitar ou destruir o seu objetivo."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Falo hj de ódio pq os meus sonhos deste noite tavam recheado dele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nao vindo de mim, mas sim de kem me atormentou ao ponto de acordar bem cedo pr parar este sentimento horrivel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claro k foi td saido do meu inconsciente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mesmo assim a culpa foi do k me rodeia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vejo e sinto ódio em tanta gente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prencipalmente por kem antigamente dizia k me amava.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"O Ódio e o Amor andam de maos dadas".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou talvez nunca existiu Amor, apenas palavras vagas e sem sentido k mudam quando as coisas correm mal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas pq se sente tanto esse sentimento quando se podia "segui em frente"? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deviam simplesmente eskecer (sem eskecer os bons momentos claro)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto k em mim nao existe ódio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E sinto me feliz por isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas infeliz por o ver tantas Xs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nao percebo pq tanto ódio reside em tantos coracoes ,a evenenar as suas Almas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299161029565740835-308956545871864659?l=goddessofeden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessofeden.blogspot.com/feeds/308956545871864659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299161029565740835&amp;postID=308956545871864659' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299161029565740835/posts/default/308956545871864659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299161029565740835/posts/default/308956545871864659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessofeden.blogspot.com/2009/03/odio.html' title='Ódio'/><author><name>Nos Somos Feitos Da Mesma Materia Dos Nossos Sonhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09307321885033531713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/TMCqZPhFUaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/08Zj_wzzx-0/S220/P1020491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SavAUwmwxPI/AAAAAAAAAHc/5d3ptlFKfLQ/s72-c/%C3%B3dio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299161029565740835.post-3058655277667337173</id><published>2009-02-09T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T05:21:49.651-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amigo É...'/><title type='text'>Amigo É...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SZAtgvHNNRI/AAAAAAAAAHU/cXVQuJUaa3M/s1600-h/Bitch+and+Puta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300786801840829714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SZAtgvHNNRI/AAAAAAAAAHU/cXVQuJUaa3M/s400/Bitch+and+Puta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SZAtATs6MwI/AAAAAAAAAHM/HkqzLWPzq9o/s1600-h/Mario+Bublles.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ajuda-te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Valoriza-te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Respeita-te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nunca te goza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Compreende-te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nunca se ri de ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Aceita-te como es &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eleva o teu espirito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Caminha a teu lado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Perdoa os teus erros &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Admira-te no teu todo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Acalma os teus medos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oferece-te o seu apoio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ajuda-te a levantares-te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Diz coisas lindas sobre ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ama-te por aquilo que es &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Explica-te o que nao entendes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Diz-te tudo sobre o teu coracao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Entrega-se-te incondicionalmente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Diz-te a verdade, quando precisas ouvi-la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Grita-te, se necessario quando nao queres "ver" a realidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299161029565740835-3058655277667337173?l=goddessofeden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessofeden.blogspot.com/feeds/3058655277667337173/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299161029565740835&amp;postID=3058655277667337173' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299161029565740835/posts/default/3058655277667337173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299161029565740835/posts/default/3058655277667337173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessofeden.blogspot.com/2009/02/amigo-e.html' title='Amigo É...'/><author><name>Nos Somos Feitos Da Mesma Materia Dos Nossos Sonhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09307321885033531713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/TMCqZPhFUaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/08Zj_wzzx-0/S220/P1020491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SZAtgvHNNRI/AAAAAAAAAHU/cXVQuJUaa3M/s72-c/Bitch+and+Puta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299161029565740835.post-4032713975605106176</id><published>2009-02-07T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T16:43:34.790-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flog'/><title type='text'>Memories OF Different Times...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SY4pXSN5_YI/AAAAAAAAAHE/cSvgMI_pBo0/s1600-h/1126550066_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300219291465547138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SY4pXSN5_YI/AAAAAAAAAHE/cSvgMI_pBo0/s320/1126550066_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12-09-2005&lt;br /&gt;My saturday night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nd de novo,estranho ou especial aconteceumas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o k interessa é k me diverti e c/ boa companhia:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kiss 4 u all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get The Party Started Pink &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chorus:I'm coming up so you better get this party started&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I'm Coming up) (im coming)I'm coming up so you better get this party startedGet this party started on a Saturday nightEverybody's waitin' for me to arriveSendin' out the message to all of my friendsWe'll be lookin' flashy in my Mercedes BenzI got lots of style, check ma' gold flashin' ringsI can go for miles if you know what I mean(Chorus)Pumpin' up the volume, breakin' down to the beatCruisin' through the west side we'll be checkin the sceneBoulevard is freakin' as I'm comin' up fastI'll be burnin' rubber, you'll be kissin' my assPull up to the bumper, get out of the carLicence plate sez stunner, Number One Superstar(Chorus)Get this party startedMakin' my connection as I enter the roomEverybody's chillin' as I set up the groovePumpin' up the volume with this brand new beatEverybody's dancin' and they're dancin' for meI'm your operator you can call anytimeI'll be your connection to the party line(Chorus x2)Get this party started, oohGet this party started right nowGet this party startedGet this party startedGet this party started right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="comment_25493222"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/rita_sa"&gt;rita_sa&lt;/a&gt; disse em 12-09-2005 16:58&lt;br /&gt;Aro!! E viva o Sabado a noiteee :DBeijocas*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="gb_link" href="http://www.fotolog.com/js/gb.block?comment=25493222&amp;amp;photo=10271448" jquery1234053311705="44"&gt;Bloquear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="gb_link" href="http://www.fotolog.com/gb.delete?comment=25493222&amp;amp;photo=10271448" jquery1234053311705="45"&gt;Apagar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comment_25495485"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/jack_all_mighty"&gt;jack_all_mighty&lt;/a&gt; disse em 12-09-2005 17:39&lt;br /&gt;o meu tb foi mt bom!!jantar com os amigos...festa...carrinhos de shock..(lol)perder o telemovel...enfim... ;)beijo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="gb_link" href="http://www.fotolog.com/js/gb.block?comment=25495485&amp;amp;photo=10271448" jquery1234053311705="46"&gt;Bloquear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="gb_link" href="http://www.fotolog.com/gb.delete?comment=25495485&amp;amp;photo=10271448" jquery1234053311705="47"&gt;Apagar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comment_25495572"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/kinkyparadise"&gt;kinkyparadise&lt;/a&gt; disse em 12-09-2005 17:41&lt;br /&gt;coisa mais linda, aquela foto tou com cara de merda..pk foi num after!lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="gb_link" href="http://www.fotolog.com/js/gb.block?comment=25495572&amp;amp;photo=10271448" jquery1234053311705="48"&gt;Bloquear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="gb_link" href="http://www.fotolog.com/gb.delete?comment=25495572&amp;amp;photo=10271448" jquery1234053311705="49"&gt;Apagar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comment_25513477"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/stupid_thoughts"&gt;stupid_thoughts&lt;/a&gt; disse em 12-09-2005 23:04&lt;br /&gt;ramboia é do melhor e com ppl especial melhor é =D******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="gb_link" href="http://www.fotolog.com/js/gb.block?comment=25513477&amp;amp;photo=10271448" jquery1234053311705="50"&gt;Bloquear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="gb_link" href="http://www.fotolog.com/gb.delete?comment=25513477&amp;amp;photo=10271448" jquery1234053311705="51"&gt;Apagar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comment_25561343"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/alextasy"&gt;alextasy&lt;/a&gt; disse em 13-09-2005 21:43&lt;br /&gt;foi bem.. + uma night em lxsmp em grnd e tal..luv u babexXx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="gb_link" href="http://www.fotolog.com/js/gb.block?comment=25561343&amp;amp;photo=10271448" jquery1234053311705="52"&gt;Bloquear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="gb_link" href="http://www.fotolog.com/gb.delete?comment=25561343&amp;amp;photo=10271448" jquery1234053311705="53"&gt;Apagar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comment_25564133"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/killah_"&gt;killah_&lt;/a&gt; disse em 13-09-2005 22:39&lt;br /&gt;hehe:O olha nos hehehebeijos!!! gostei da noite beijos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="gb_link" href="http://www.fotolog.com/js/gb.block?comment=25564133&amp;amp;photo=10271448" jquery1234053311705="54"&gt;Bloquear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="gb_link" href="http://www.fotolog.com/gb.delete?comment=25564133&amp;amp;photo=10271448" jquery1234053311705="55"&gt;Apagar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comment_25566415"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/piercing_babes_k"&gt;piercing_babes_k&lt;/a&gt; disse em 13-09-2005 23:34&lt;br /&gt;xXx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="gb_link" href="http://www.fotolog.com/js/gb.block?comment=25566415&amp;amp;photo=10271448" jquery1234053311705="56"&gt;Bloquear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="gb_link" href="http://www.fotolog.com/gb.delete?comment=25566415&amp;amp;photo=10271448" jquery1234053311705="57"&gt;Apagar&lt;/a&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/299161029565740835-4032713975605106176?l=goddessofeden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessofeden.blogspot.com/feeds/4032713975605106176/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299161029565740835&amp;postID=4032713975605106176' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299161029565740835/posts/default/4032713975605106176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299161029565740835/posts/default/4032713975605106176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessofeden.blogspot.com/2009/02/memories-of-different-times.html' title='Memories OF Different Times...'/><author><name>Nos Somos Feitos Da Mesma Materia Dos Nossos Sonhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09307321885033531713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/TMCqZPhFUaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/08Zj_wzzx-0/S220/P1020491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SY4pXSN5_YI/AAAAAAAAAHE/cSvgMI_pBo0/s72-c/1126550066_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299161029565740835.post-3840249025756478695</id><published>2009-02-02T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T04:24:41.876-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Tempo E Os Efeitos Corrosivos'/><title type='text'>Passagem Do Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SYbhe4jPhBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/CgqKdM6A1jI/s1600-h/time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298169932340495378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SYbhe4jPhBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/CgqKdM6A1jI/s200/time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;O tempo e os efeitos corrosivos k causa nos coracoes humanos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;O passado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;e as sombras k lança sobre o presente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sombras onde por Xs crescem coisas desagradaveis e se escondem outras ainda piores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;k vao engordando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mas ainda acredito na elasticidade do coracao humano e na validade essencial do Amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ainda acredito k podem estabelecer se ligaçoes entre as pessoas e k os espiritos k nos habitam por Xs se tocam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ainda acredito k o custo dessas ligaçoes é horrivel, ultrajosamente elevado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;mas k os valores recebidos em troca compensam, de longe, o preço k é preciso pagar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sao preocupaçoes e creças fora de moda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;mas seria mentirosa se n admitisse k as tenho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;E k elas ainda me tem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299161029565740835-3840249025756478695?l=goddessofeden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessofeden.blogspot.com/feeds/3840249025756478695/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299161029565740835&amp;postID=3840249025756478695' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299161029565740835.post-3134044289929767613</id><published>2008-11-30T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T11:46:48.979-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karol'/><title type='text'>De Ilusão Vive O Meu Coração..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/STLtbcfIVyI/AAAAAAAAAGs/L1_xi8uuEWE/s1600-h/1215097218425_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274539169363285794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/STLtbcfIVyI/AAAAAAAAAGs/L1_xi8uuEWE/s400/1215097218425_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/STLpZwIAFYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/STkaSJbA9es/s1600-h/1219570128538_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ilusão vive o meu coração..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nasceu para amar e sentir o amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vive agora em vão e sem razão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vive cegamente do amor de ilusão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sabe porque sente esta dor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nasceu assim e assim morrerá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O meu frágil coração tanto pula de alegria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como de repente se envolve em magia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em ilusão, e a sofrer para sempre ficará...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299161029565740835-3134044289929767613?l=goddessofeden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessofeden.blogspot.com/feeds/3134044289929767613/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SNE_KAFhxPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/AuXFgXBY5lo/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SNE_BJ6jn2I/AAAAAAAAAF8/6k0oM3kI4Fo/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247044329937280866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SNE_BJ6jn2I/AAAAAAAAAF8/6k0oM3kI4Fo/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SNE-66mLhMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/97H9QF_EP_U/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247044222746068162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SNE-66mLhMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/97H9QF_EP_U/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SNE-zlW5_eI/AAAAAAAAAFs/yZT2z6LPzv8/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247044096785776098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SNE-zlW5_eI/AAAAAAAAAFs/yZT2z6LPzv8/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SNE-tg-01uI/AAAAAAAAAFk/WtEaquO2UNM/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247043992531818210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/TMCqZPhFUaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/08Zj_wzzx-0/S220/P1020491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SNE_eAqBKyI/AAAAAAAAAGc/lp6E8gjJyko/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299161029565740835.post-8032242673289002450</id><published>2008-09-16T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T05:28:53.013-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whatever 4 All'/><title type='text'>Hardest Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SM-mTy_-3VI/AAAAAAAAAEM/eK3YB8qUHuw/s1600-h/hardest+word.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246594949947776338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SM-mTy_-3VI/AAAAAAAAAEM/eK3YB8qUHuw/s400/hardest+word.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma frase Que Me Mostraram:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Whatever Seems To Be The Easiest Word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Á 1ª vista ate tem uma certa logica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas quando ja se aceitou milhares de vezes um "desculpa"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os papeis invertem-se...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry Seems To Be The Easiest Word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever Seems To Be The Hardest Word...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299161029565740835-8032242673289002450?l=goddessofeden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessofeden.blogspot.com/feeds/8032242673289002450/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299161029565740835&amp;postID=8032242673289002450' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299161029565740835/posts/default/8032242673289002450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299161029565740835/posts/default/8032242673289002450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessofeden.blogspot.com/2008/09/hardest-word.html' title='Hardest Word'/><author><name>Nos Somos Feitos Da Mesma Materia Dos Nossos Sonhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09307321885033531713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/TMCqZPhFUaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/08Zj_wzzx-0/S220/P1020491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SM-mTy_-3VI/AAAAAAAAAEM/eK3YB8qUHuw/s72-c/hardest+word.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299161029565740835.post-7000920381598830636</id><published>2008-09-11T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T04:15:57.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2003-2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Best Friend'/><title type='text'>Ultima Gota De Agua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SMj3i9I2tXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/lcuPPV0l-pE/s1600-h/goodbye+babe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244713945972258162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SMj3i9I2tXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/lcuPPV0l-pE/s320/goodbye+babe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The End...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;É dificil dizer isso.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tantas duvidas se estarei a fazer a coisa certa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mas as pessoas mudam.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E nao podemos ficar presos á pessoa que era antigamente e abrir os olhos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E a pessoa que agora é?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Um "amigo toxico"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alguem que traz negativismo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Criticas constantes, discusoes ,silencios incomodos...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sinais de um "amigo toxico"...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Um Amigo uma vez disse me que tinha saudades de alguem mas nao queria estar com ele.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Penso com isto esta tudo dito.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nem tudo foi um filme de terror claro.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Muitas memorias ficaram.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Memorias que nunca serao esquecidas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E sao guardadas com amor e carinho.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Goodbye Babe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nunca te esquecerei.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My Best Friend &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2003-2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299161029565740835-7000920381598830636?l=goddessofeden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessofeden.blogspot.com/feeds/7000920381598830636/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SMj3i9I2tXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/lcuPPV0l-pE/s72-c/goodbye+babe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299161029565740835.post-8903623821464245693</id><published>2008-09-06T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T17:02:17.582-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O 1º Momento Em Que Sai Do Aeroporto Na Minha 1º Viagem A Londres'/><title type='text'>Momento Perfeito...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SMMVzCIlJVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/NXHLvf_L5Dg/s1600-h/momento+perfeito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243058357679760722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/SMMVzCIlJVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/NXHLvf_L5Dg/s320/momento+perfeito.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lembrem-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lembrem-se do momento mais feliz das vossas vidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Aquela inocente sensação que é apenas o inicio de uma vida de mais felicidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mas a realidade cai como um cometa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E tudo o que resta é aquele momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Aquele Momento Perfeito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Que estará sempre presente em pensamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pronta a descubrir um novo momento perfeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;K*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299161029565740835-8903623821464245693?l=goddessofeden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessofeden.blogspot.com/feeds/8903623821464245693/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299161029565740835&amp;postID=8903623821464245693' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299161029565740835/posts/default/8903623821464245693'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299161029565740835.post-1513807938083646550</id><published>2007-11-29T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T17:46:32.256-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alma Gemea'/><title type='text'>I Now I Pronounce Alone 4 Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/R09lQAqiJFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Ztd5ld53IGE/s1600-R/alonee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138437025583735890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/R09lQAqiJFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4eDYX5vybOo/s400/alonee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Para td a gente existe uma alma gemea.o amor perfeito.akela pessoa k nos esta destinada e k nos completa.o nosso princepe encantado.&lt;br /&gt;ele pode aparecer quando menos esperamos.podemos estar simplesmente sentadas num jardim a ler um livro quando acontece o Amor a 1º vista...&lt;br /&gt;Ou talvez nao...&lt;br /&gt;ha kem tenha a sorte no Amor e ha kem nao a tem.&lt;br /&gt;pessoas k estao destinadas a viverem sozinhas.sempre na esperanca k o tal princepe ira eventualmente aparecer.pobres sonhadoras...&lt;br /&gt;e pq perante um futuro tao vazio continuam a sonhar?&lt;br /&gt;bem,a culpa é das musicas,anucios,filmes e livros romanticos k mostram k ate a pessoa mais "excluida" encontra o verdadeiro Amor.&lt;br /&gt;sao apenas mensagens de esperancas vazias.&lt;br /&gt;quantas Xs ouviram historias de mulheres k se suicidam por o seu coracao ter sido partido?&lt;br /&gt;e quantas mais ouviram mulheres idosas encontradas semanas depois da sua morte em casa apenas pq os visinhos sentiram o xeiro da decomposicao?&lt;br /&gt;mtas Xs imagino...&lt;br /&gt;pq a alma gemea pr td a gente n existe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299161029565740835-1513807938083646550?l=goddessofeden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessofeden.blogspot.com/feeds/1513807938083646550/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299161029565740835&amp;postID=1513807938083646550' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299161029565740835/posts/default/1513807938083646550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299161029565740835/posts/default/1513807938083646550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessofeden.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-now-i-pronounce-alone-4-ever.html' title='I Now I Pronounce Alone 4 Ever'/><author><name>Nos Somos Feitos Da Mesma Materia Dos Nossos Sonhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09307321885033531713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/TMCqZPhFUaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/08Zj_wzzx-0/S220/P1020491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/R09lQAqiJFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4eDYX5vybOo/s72-c/alonee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299161029565740835.post-4529955648198719110</id><published>2007-11-20T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T18:07:24.078-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carolyna'/><title type='text'>My Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h8y1qL_HLQE&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h8y1qL_HLQE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja alguma X ouviram uma musica k pareceu ser feita pr ti?k descreve um momento especial k ja viveram?ou k talvez ainda estao a viver...&lt;br /&gt;Uma musica k mostra sentimentos tao deprimentes,mas com esperança.esperança de começar td de novo e deixar td pr traz.e simplesmente seguir um sonho.&lt;br /&gt;Ja alguma X ouviram a musica da vossa vida?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299161029565740835-4529955648198719110?l=goddessofeden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessofeden.blogspot.com/feeds/4529955648198719110/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299161029565740835&amp;postID=4529955648198719110' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299161029565740835/posts/default/4529955648198719110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299161029565740835/posts/default/4529955648198719110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessofeden.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-music.html' title='My Music'/><author><name>Nos Somos Feitos Da Mesma Materia Dos Nossos Sonhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09307321885033531713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/TMCqZPhFUaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/08Zj_wzzx-0/S220/P1020491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299161029565740835.post-3586135712012260326</id><published>2007-11-19T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T13:15:53.974-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um Lugarzinho No Coracao'/><title type='text'>Old Friendships</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/R0H5YgqiJEI/AAAAAAAAACs/ZF2LWf0Zppc/s1600-h/old+friendships.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134659249659585602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/R0H5YgqiJEI/AAAAAAAAACs/ZF2LWf0Zppc/s320/old+friendships.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É estranho ver antigos amigos ne?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;faz nos lembrar sentimentos k ja morreram á mto.carinho,preocupacao,saudade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pensamos o k ja passamos com eles.memorias eskecidas mas depois relembradas.nunca pensamos nos maus momentos.so os bons.as boas conversas,as divertidas saidas á noite,as confidencias ou o simples facto de estarmos juntos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas as pessoas seguem rumos diferentes.tantas amizades acabam com discusoes e desilusoes.mas algumas simplesmente desaparecem cm 1 arco iris depois da chuva.estranho ne?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas é a vida.uma roda giratoria em k as pessoas entram e saem.o k nos faz dar mto mais valor pelas pessoas k ficam.os verdadeiros Amigos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e felismente os bons momentos com os antigos amigos,continuaram pr sempre no nosso coracao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kiss Madeirense.Teras Sempre Um Lugarzinho No meu Coracao***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Sonhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09307321885033531713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/TMCqZPhFUaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/08Zj_wzzx-0/S220/P1020491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/R0H5YgqiJEI/AAAAAAAAACs/ZF2LWf0Zppc/s72-c/old+friendships.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299161029565740835.post-5281009777739726960</id><published>2007-11-15T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T17:44:11.023-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Best Friend'/><title type='text'>Homenagem A Uma pessoa Excepcional</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/Rzz1zgqiJCI/AAAAAAAAACY/_pGEyolv8jk/s1600-h/homenagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133247940585989154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/Rzz1zgqiJCI/AAAAAAAAACY/_pGEyolv8jk/s400/homenagem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem babe29 aninhos ne?e k pelo o k vejo,foram mto bem aproveitados.foram 29 anos de evolucao pr xegares a pessoa extrodinaria k es hj.1 furacao de personalidade.es 1 diabo a kem te faz mal.es 1 anjo a kem amas.es 1 romantico incorrigivel.es 1 sonhador k nunca perde a esperança.es 1 sofredor k n se deixa abater por nd.es 1 verdadeiro aventureiro,sempre a procura de novas expriencias.es 1 palhacinho louco,a alegria do tds os grupos k estas.es 1 pessoa com 1 estilo unico k nunca passa desprecebido.es 1 pessoa sexy e k ama tds os cm do teu corpo.es 1 egocentrico apaixonado por ti proprio.Es criativo,emotivo,generoso,alegre,inteligente,lutador,energetico e mto mto +espero k goste desta homenagem k te ofereço.From Your Best Friend.&lt;br /&gt;Your BaBe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299161029565740835-5281009777739726960?l=goddessofeden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessofeden.blogspot.com/feeds/5281009777739726960/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299161029565740835&amp;postID=5281009777739726960' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299161029565740835/posts/default/5281009777739726960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299161029565740835/posts/default/5281009777739726960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessofeden.blogspot.com/2007/11/homenagem-uma-pessoa-excepcional_15.html' title='Homenagem A Uma pessoa Excepcional'/><author><name>Nos Somos Feitos Da Mesma Materia Dos Nossos Sonhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09307321885033531713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/TMCqZPhFUaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/08Zj_wzzx-0/S220/P1020491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/Rzz1zgqiJCI/AAAAAAAAACY/_pGEyolv8jk/s72-c/homenagem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299161029565740835.post-5287377313134003340</id><published>2007-11-15T08:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T08:35:06.889-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hug Me'/><title type='text'>Vai Td Correr Bem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/Rzx1HQqiJAI/AAAAAAAAACA/fZOudix9wYM/s1600-h/BalletHug3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133106442888422402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/Rzx1HQqiJAI/AAAAAAAAACA/fZOudix9wYM/s320/BalletHug3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;o futuro é tao incerto.e a vida é feita de tantas decisoes.&lt;br /&gt;e ha tantas alturas k parece k n passamos de falhados,incapazes de seguir em frente e de conseguir acabar nd.&lt;br /&gt;so vimos um buraco negro onde devia estar o nosso futuro.&lt;br /&gt;solidao,depresao,ansiedade,vazio...&lt;br /&gt;keres ajudar alguem neste estado lastimavel?&lt;br /&gt;apenas diz"vai td correr bem".&lt;br /&gt;mm k a situacao seja a pior imaginavel,esta simples frase e um abraço vale o mundo.inspira coragem e o sentimento positivo necessario pr seguir em frente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Nossos Sonhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09307321885033531713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/TMCqZPhFUaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/08Zj_wzzx-0/S220/P1020491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/Rzx1HQqiJAI/AAAAAAAAACA/fZOudix9wYM/s72-c/BalletHug3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299161029565740835.post-6411520988830140487</id><published>2007-11-14T17:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T18:41:15.142-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tipico Leão'/><title type='text'>Um Colar Especial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/RzuoKAqiI6I/AAAAAAAAABM/VW-Qtnt-DHg/s1600-h/colar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132881090249368482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/RzuoKAqiI6I/AAAAAAAAABM/VW-Qtnt-DHg/s200/colar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As pessoas k sao o tipico leao gostam de oferecer prendas.tem imenço prazer em ver a alegria no rosto da pessoa ao receber akela prenda escolhida especialmente pr ela e com mto sentimento.gostam k as pessoas amadas por elas estejam felizes por sua causa.ficam verdadeiramente felizes pela felicidade deles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas tb ficam felizes quando alguem lhes faça o mm.mas cada X + existem pessoas k n sentem o k os leoes sentem.recebem a prenda,agradessem e eskecem o sacrificio e o esforço de tal acto.so veem o material e n o sentimento e pensam k os leoes so pensam em bens materiais.mas n é verdade.o k + veem é o amor dos bens materiais oferecidos.1 simples flor silvestre colhida num campo qq vale tanto cm 1 diamante pr 1 leao,se sentem k vem do coracao e k foi lembrada por alguem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas tb tds os leoes tem 1 prenda k secretamente sempre desejaram...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas kerem se lhe seja oferecido por alguem k os conheça o sufeciente pr saber o k é.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ve-se em tantos filmes pessoas em k lhe foi oferecido 1 colar com o seu nome.ve-se tanto carinho,amor e principalmente o pensamento "sou alguem pr alguem" nesse presente.é o + personalizado de tds.é o presente k nunca sera tirado do pescoço mm k faça alergias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é a prenda k secretamente sempre desejei e k nunca tive.e talvez nunca terei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o meu desejo especial.o meu colar especial...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299161029565740835-6411520988830140487?l=goddessofeden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/TMCqZPhFUaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/08Zj_wzzx-0/S220/P1020491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/RzuoKAqiI6I/AAAAAAAAABM/VW-Qtnt-DHg/s72-c/colar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299161029565740835.post-6857033127077864913</id><published>2007-11-13T18:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T18:32:08.597-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luz No Fundo Do Tunel'/><title type='text'>Tic Tac</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/RzpeEdkGqJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-Z9b9wrwjUw/s1600-h/am+i+that+old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132518156090648722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/RzpeEdkGqJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-Z9b9wrwjUw/s320/am+i+that+old.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tic Tac,Tic,Tac...&lt;br /&gt;o tempo nunca para.&lt;br /&gt;segundo a segundo.minuto a minuto.hora a hora.dia a dia.semana a semana.mes a mes.ano a ano...o tempo parece passar lentamente mas porem 1 dia abrimos os olhos e vimos k temos 1 passado.k 1 dia fomos crianças a brincar á macaca a frente de casa.k 1 dia tivemos mtas 1ºs experiencias de adolescente.&lt;br /&gt;kem disse k quando morremos vimos a nossa vida a frente dos nossos olhos cm se fosse 1 filme?tds os dias vimos o "filme" da nossa vida.vimos as nossas conquistas,derrotas,alegrias,tristezas...e pensamos.."cm me tornei assim?era assim k me via quando era criança?eram estes os meus inocentes planos?".claro k nao.as pessoas estao em constante mutacao.o k amamos hj,amanha odiamos.&lt;br /&gt;mas ha k sempre haver akela luzinha no fundo do tunel.akela k sabemos k iremos alcançar.mas cm?aki esta a parte dificil.e a culpa é,claro,das mutacoes.a luz esta la mas os caminhos sao inumeros.sorte de kem encontra á 1º o caminho certo.e o tempo n perdoa a kem volta atraz pr escolher de novo outro caminho..ou talvez perdoa!&lt;br /&gt;so a morte n tem solucao!&lt;br /&gt;a media de vida de 1 mulher ocidental é de 70 anos.mtos caminhos podem ser percorridos e riscados.&lt;br /&gt;+ 1 caminho riscado..e agora?no stress.1 novo caminho ira brilhar.td o k podemos fazer é ter esperança e fé k este sera o nosso caminho destinado.o caminho k nos levara a novas mutacoes,a nossa luz no fundo do tunel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299161029565740835-6857033127077864913?l=goddessofeden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessofeden.blogspot.com/feeds/6857033127077864913/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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construi-la juntos"&lt;br /&gt;"Quando teu amigo atravessa alguma aflição, não o aborreças perguntando-lhe o que podes fazer por ele. Pensa em algo apropriado e faze-o."&lt;br /&gt;"A amizade mais profunda e dedicada pode ser ferida por uma pétala de rosa. "&lt;br /&gt;"Amigo é coisa pra se guardar debaixo de sete chaves, dentro do coração."&lt;br /&gt;"O amigo não é aquele que nos faz algum bem, mas aquele que está sempre e em toda parte junto conosco. "&lt;br /&gt;"Não pode haver amizade sem confiança, nem confiança sem integridade."&lt;br /&gt;"A mulher mais solitária do mundo é aquela sem nenhuma amiga. "&lt;br /&gt;"A amizade é um caminho que desaparece na areia se não se pisa constantemente."&lt;br /&gt;"A saudade não é um sinal de esquecimento e sim uma lembrança muito bonita que guardamos de quem se ama."&lt;br /&gt;"Um amigo é a obra-prima da natureza.&lt;br /&gt;Tantas frases feitas pr explicar algo tao simples.alias, a tentar explicar algo k n pode ser explicado,catalogado,estereotipado...&lt;br /&gt;é as diversas experiencias entre 2 pessoas em diversas situacoes.É simplesmente algo k se vive!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299161029565740835-9129272750280346464?l=goddessofeden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessofeden.blogspot.com/feeds/9129272750280346464/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299161029565740835&amp;postID=9129272750280346464' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299161029565740835/posts/default/9129272750280346464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299161029565740835/posts/default/9129272750280346464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessofeden.blogspot.com/2007/11/complicidade-que-nao-se-pode-explicar.html' title='A Complicidade Que Nao Se Pode Explicar'/><author><name>Nos Somos Feitos Da Mesma Materia Dos Nossos Sonhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09307321885033531713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/TMCqZPhFUaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/08Zj_wzzx-0/S220/P1020491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/RzhpGtkGqHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BwLKfDuemVo/s72-c/ve+te+na+net.+and+1+in+a+zillion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299161029565740835.post-5089826506028704989</id><published>2007-11-09T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T00:39:31.079-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu Estou Bem...'/><title type='text'>Mascaras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/RzQaldkGqGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3fy1btAdKO0/s1600-h/fim_outubro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130755106375379042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/RzQaldkGqGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3fy1btAdKO0/s320/fim_outubro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mascaras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;criticamos tantos as mascaras mas no fundo,usamos-as tds os dias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;usamos quando estamos com alguem k nos magoou e n keremos k essa pessoa o saiba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;usamos quando tamos em grupo de amigos quando tamos em baixo e n keremos impor mau ambiente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;usamos quando montamos a personagem na noite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;usamos quando conhecemos pessoas novas e keremos k essas vejam apenas coisas boas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;usamos quando keremos algo de alguem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;usamos ate em coisas simples,cm quando tamos na escola/emprego e so keremos matar o nosso professore/patrao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e principalmente,usamos pr mostrarmos a nos proprios k estamos bem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299161029565740835-5089826506028704989?l=goddessofeden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessofeden.blogspot.com/feeds/5089826506028704989/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299161029565740835&amp;postID=5089826506028704989' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299161029565740835/posts/default/5089826506028704989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299161029565740835/posts/default/5089826506028704989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessofeden.blogspot.com/2007/11/mascaras.html' title='Mascaras'/><author><name>Nos Somos Feitos Da Mesma Materia Dos Nossos Sonhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09307321885033531713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/TMCqZPhFUaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/08Zj_wzzx-0/S220/P1020491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/RzQaldkGqGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3fy1btAdKO0/s72-c/fim_outubro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299161029565740835.post-6307183944465656497</id><published>2007-11-08T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T14:26:48.309-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inverno'/><title type='text'>PQ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/RzOFsNkGqFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GK9493OBw4c/s1600-h/1169709536_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130591395106957394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/RzOFsNkGqFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GK9493OBw4c/s320/1169709536_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pq temos k sofrer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pq a vida é so pequenos momentos de felicidade?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pq kem precisa de + atencao é kem é + ignorada?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pq kem se sente so é kem tem + dificuldade tem de conseguir companhia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pq kem sente + é kem + sofre?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pq kem tem + sonhos é kem n realiza nenhum?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pq alguem se isola?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pq alguem se sente sofocado?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pq alguem sofre por tds os k a rodeiam?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pq k se tem de integrar onde n se ker?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pq se tem de levantar da cama quando nd vale a pena?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pq se tem k fingir ser feliz?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pq existe vergonha nos momentos de fraqueza?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pq existe medo de viver?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pq existe medo de cair em esquecimento?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pq existe tanto vazio numa so pessoa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pq se sente morrer por dentro dia apos dia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pq se sente k o melhor era deixar de existir?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pq se sente n ter nenhum "dom"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pq se sente inveja de kem se sente realizado?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pq se sente inveja de kem n se sente sozinho?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pq se sente inveja de kem ker viver?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pq é k ha pessoas k tem td pr serem infelizes sao felizes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E pq as k tem td pr serem felizes n o sao?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299161029565740835-6307183944465656497?l=goddessofeden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessofeden.blogspot.com/feeds/6307183944465656497/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299161029565740835&amp;postID=6307183944465656497' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299161029565740835/posts/default/6307183944465656497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299161029565740835/posts/default/6307183944465656497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessofeden.blogspot.com/2007/11/pq.html' title='PQ?'/><author><name>Nos Somos Feitos Da Mesma Materia Dos Nossos Sonhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09307321885033531713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/TMCqZPhFUaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/08Zj_wzzx-0/S220/P1020491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/RzOFsNkGqFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GK9493OBw4c/s72-c/1169709536_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299161029565740835.post-2087952487407602210</id><published>2007-10-22T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T00:40:25.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Querido Diario</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/RxxQdw6Y09I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8f3D8NgSNpQ/s1600-h/1153241019_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124058948317008850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/RxxQdw6Y09I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8f3D8NgSNpQ/s320/1153241019_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;E + 1 x vou começar 1 diario&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 diario pr falar de momentos,emocoes,crenças,sonhos,alegrias,desilusoes,causas perdidas,dramas,pessoas,debates,ideais e td o k tiver a pensar na altura.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;n vai ser propriamente 1 obra prima de literatura.a escrita n é o meu forte.n é a melhor maneira k me de exprimir mas sim as fotografias e montagens(k havera em cada capitulo claro).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mas n faz mal.este blog vai ser quase 1 diario privado.n vou fazer publicidade nem comentar outros blogs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cada x ha - pessoas k consiga falar o k tou a pensar no momento.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;entao vou falar kmg propria...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299161029565740835-2087952487407602210?l=goddessofeden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goddessofeden.blogspot.com/feeds/2087952487407602210/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299161029565740835&amp;postID=2087952487407602210' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299161029565740835/posts/default/2087952487407602210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299161029565740835/posts/default/2087952487407602210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goddessofeden.blogspot.com/2007/10/querido-diario.html' title='Querido Diario'/><author><name>Nos Somos Feitos Da Mesma Materia Dos Nossos Sonhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09307321885033531713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/TMCqZPhFUaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/08Zj_wzzx-0/S220/P1020491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkLxesMhnvw/RxxQdw6Y09I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8f3D8NgSNpQ/s72-c/1153241019_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
