<?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-3175347742599057436</id><updated>2011-09-23T22:49:57.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Cores</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asminhascores.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175347742599057436/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asminhascores.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>As cores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683420080173930364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxlN35f6sE/TUjE5rrHE0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FbQ1DYwpPMQ/s220/5081849807_dfecfc6131_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175347742599057436.post-6049482230607743105</id><published>2011-02-02T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T06:04:41.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu tentei</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/_hfxlN35f6sE/TUljpzRsGMI/AAAAAAAAABc/Y5zZCh1EGIg/s1600/tumblr_lb7qdzHFd01qdmhk5o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxlN35f6sE/TUljpzRsGMI/AAAAAAAAABc/Y5zZCh1EGIg/s320/tumblr_lb7qdzHFd01qdmhk5o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;Eu tentei fazer com que&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Seu coração precisa-se de mim, mas ele não sentiu a minha falta, hoje sei perfeitamente que corações como o seu só se sentem realizados quando estão livres. Aproveite toda sua liberdade, que eu superarei a sua ausência. Garotos como você fazem parte do que eu chamo de aprendizado. Afinal, temos que conhecer o inferno para saber que chegamos ao paraíso ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175347742599057436-6049482230607743105?l=asminhascores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asminhascores.blogspot.com/feeds/6049482230607743105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asminhascores.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-tentei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175347742599057436/posts/default/6049482230607743105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175347742599057436/posts/default/6049482230607743105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asminhascores.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-tentei.html' title='Eu tentei'/><author><name>As cores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683420080173930364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxlN35f6sE/TUjE5rrHE0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FbQ1DYwpPMQ/s220/5081849807_dfecfc6131_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxlN35f6sE/TUljpzRsGMI/AAAAAAAAABc/Y5zZCh1EGIg/s72-c/tumblr_lb7qdzHFd01qdmhk5o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175347742599057436.post-3039153475566390062</id><published>2011-02-02T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T05:53:44.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ela queria ele</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxlN35f6sE/TUlhlx8Mv7I/AAAAAAAAABU/InEgFAVf_ls/s1600/tumblr_l4ogenzIwE1qcx9weo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxlN35f6sE/TUlhlx8Mv7I/AAAAAAAAABU/InEgFAVf_ls/s320/tumblr_l4ogenzIwE1qcx9weo1_400.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;Ela queria ele, ele queria ela e outras; ela sofria, ele nem ligava; ela chorava, ele ria; ela falava, ele não ouvia; ele mentia, ela acreditava; ela o esperava, ele não voltava. ela queria coisa séria, ele só queria se divertir; ela demonstrava seus sentimentos, ele brincava com seus sentimentos; ela sorria pra ele, ele ria dela; ela acreditava em tudo que ele dizia, ele dizia o mesmo para αs outras; ela se iludia, ele alimentava a ilusão; ela espera por ele, ele já está em outra. ela ama, ele gosta; ela fazia tudo por ele, ele dizia não se contentar com tão pouco; ela achava que ia dar certo, ele tinha certeza que ia dar errado; ela queria pra sempre, ele só por um momento; ela se entregava, ele evitava; ela falava: eu te amo, ele apenas sorria; ela ficava por conteúdo, ele ficava por quantidade; ela procurava o príncipe, ele procurava a próxima. ela queria "O", ele queria "UMA"; ele descobriu que ela era A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ÚNICA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;, ela descobriu que ele era só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAIS UM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/3175347742599057436-3039153475566390062?l=asminhascores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asminhascores.blogspot.com/feeds/3039153475566390062/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asminhascores.blogspot.com/2011/02/ela-queria-ele.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175347742599057436/posts/default/3039153475566390062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175347742599057436/posts/default/3039153475566390062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asminhascores.blogspot.com/2011/02/ela-queria-ele.html' title='Ela queria ele'/><author><name>As cores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683420080173930364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxlN35f6sE/TUjE5rrHE0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FbQ1DYwpPMQ/s220/5081849807_dfecfc6131_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxlN35f6sE/TUlhlx8Mv7I/AAAAAAAAABU/InEgFAVf_ls/s72-c/tumblr_l4ogenzIwE1qcx9weo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175347742599057436.post-3468888444542856020</id><published>2011-02-02T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T05:45:24.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oração das mulheres</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxlN35f6sE/TUlfrvUT0qI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mm5-37DcJQY/s1600/tumblr_lemdsi8RDn1qeg5ouo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxlN35f6sE/TUlfrvUT0qI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mm5-37DcJQY/s320/tumblr_lemdsi8RDn1qeg5ouo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;O1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;um brinde, a nós mulheres, portadoras de uma sedução que&lt;u&gt;nenhum&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;filho da puta sabe dar valor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;O2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;que os&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;NOSSOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;sejam&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;NOSSOS&lt;/b&gt;, que os delas sejam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;NOSSOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;e que os&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;NOSSOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;nunca sejam delas .. e se um dia forem que broxem ;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;O3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;bebo porque vejo no fundo do copo a figura do homem amado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;MORRE AFOGADO, FILHO DA PUTA DESGRAÇADO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;O4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;que nossos filhos tenham pai rico e mãe gostosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;O5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;que a fonte nunca seque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;O6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Deus é 10 . Romário é 11 . Whisky é 12 . Zagallo é 13 . e acima de 14 eu tô&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;pegando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;! [6]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;O7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;e que nossa sogra não se chame esperança .. porque esperança é a última que morre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;O8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;que sobre, nunca nos falte, e que a gente dê&lt;u&gt;conta&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt; ­  ­      ­  ­    ­   ­  ­    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;AMÉM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175347742599057436-3468888444542856020?l=asminhascores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asminhascores.blogspot.com/feeds/3468888444542856020/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asminhascores.blogspot.com/2011/02/oracao-das-mulheres.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175347742599057436/posts/default/3468888444542856020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175347742599057436/posts/default/3468888444542856020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asminhascores.blogspot.com/2011/02/oracao-das-mulheres.html' title='Oração das mulheres'/><author><name>As cores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683420080173930364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxlN35f6sE/TUjE5rrHE0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FbQ1DYwpPMQ/s220/5081849807_dfecfc6131_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxlN35f6sE/TUlfrvUT0qI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mm5-37DcJQY/s72-c/tumblr_lemdsi8RDn1qeg5ouo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175347742599057436.post-4550667683809058691</id><published>2011-02-02T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T05:37:39.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxlN35f6sE/TUlcwg8UAXI/AAAAAAAAABM/pygV3LJK9ts/s1600/tumblr_lfct8zYnxF1qewl7zo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxlN35f6sE/TUlcwg8UAXI/AAAAAAAAABM/pygV3LJK9ts/s320/tumblr_lfct8zYnxF1qewl7zo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Quantas vezes vc me ouvi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;me anima, me faz seguir em frente, participa das minhas alegrias e trata meus assuntos, como se fossem seus, me dá conselhos que eu respeito, porque sei que são sinceros. Às vezes concordamos, em outras discordamos. Você faz parte do meu mundo, você é alguém em quem confio e que tem todo o meu afeto e a minha amizade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175347742599057436-4550667683809058691?l=asminhascores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asminhascores.blogspot.com/feeds/4550667683809058691/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asminhascores.blogspot.com/2011/02/quantas-vezes-vc-me-ouvi-me-anima-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175347742599057436/posts/default/4550667683809058691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175347742599057436/posts/default/4550667683809058691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asminhascores.blogspot.com/2011/02/quantas-vezes-vc-me-ouvi-me-anima-me.html' title='Best&quot;'/><author><name>As cores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683420080173930364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxlN35f6sE/TUjE5rrHE0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FbQ1DYwpPMQ/s220/5081849807_dfecfc6131_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxlN35f6sE/TUlcwg8UAXI/AAAAAAAAABM/pygV3LJK9ts/s72-c/tumblr_lfct8zYnxF1qewl7zo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175347742599057436.post-6207189645941055094</id><published>2011-02-01T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T19:51:34.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje eu acordei</title><content type='html'>&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxlN35f6sE/TUjSpNi1XII/AAAAAAAAABA/6O2umdmKSLA/s1600/tumblr_lex4k7VjuB1qe3rjto1_400.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxlN35f6sE/TUjSpNi1XII/AAAAAAAAABA/6O2umdmKSLA/s1600/tumblr_lex4k7VjuB1qe3rjto1_400.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Hoje eu acordei &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;numa casa diferente, num quarto diferente, sem nenhuma muleta, sem nenhuma maquiagem, meus amigos estão ocupados, meus pais não podem sofrer por mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hoje eu acordei &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;sem nada no estômago, sem nada no coração, sem ter para onde correr, sem colo, sem peito, sem ter onde encostar, sem ter quem culpar. Hoje eu acordei sem ter quem amar, mas aí eu olhei no espelho e vi, pela primeira vez na vida, a única pessoa que pode realmente me fazer feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175347742599057436-6207189645941055094?l=asminhascores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asminhascores.blogspot.com/feeds/6207189645941055094/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asminhascores.blogspot.com/2011/02/hoje-eu-acordei-numa-casa-diferente-num.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175347742599057436/posts/default/6207189645941055094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175347742599057436/posts/default/6207189645941055094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asminhascores.blogspot.com/2011/02/hoje-eu-acordei-numa-casa-diferente-num.html' title='Hoje eu acordei'/><author><name>As cores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683420080173930364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxlN35f6sE/TUjE5rrHE0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FbQ1DYwpPMQ/s220/5081849807_dfecfc6131_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxlN35f6sE/TUjSpNi1XII/AAAAAAAAABA/6O2umdmKSLA/s72-c/tumblr_lex4k7VjuB1qe3rjto1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175347742599057436.post-5241714503679282231</id><published>2011-02-01T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T19:50:15.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxlN35f6sE/TUjQKRByJsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3AJwXv9_GJs/s1600/Algo-entre-as-flores-e-o-fim-do-amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxlN35f6sE/TUjQKRByJsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3AJwXv9_GJs/s200/Algo-entre-as-flores-e-o-fim-do-amor.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Eu até entendo &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;que não posso fazer alguém se apaixonar por mim, mas, pense bem: isso poderia ser a solução para todos os nossos problemas! Bem que eu queria ter esse “super poder”, ser como o cupido e acertar, com a minha “flechinha do amor”, em cheio o coração daquele que é dono do meu sorriso mais bobo e sincero. Isso seria realmente muito bom e evitaria, pelo menos por um momento, algo que julgamos vital. Imagine não ter seu coração partido mais uma vez... apenas imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&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/3175347742599057436-5241714503679282231?l=asminhascores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asminhascores.blogspot.com/feeds/5241714503679282231/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asminhascores.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-ate-entendo-que-nao-posso-fazer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175347742599057436/posts/default/5241714503679282231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175347742599057436/posts/default/5241714503679282231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asminhascores.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-ate-entendo-que-nao-posso-fazer.html' title='Imagine'/><author><name>As cores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683420080173930364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxlN35f6sE/TUjE5rrHE0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FbQ1DYwpPMQ/s220/5081849807_dfecfc6131_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxlN35f6sE/TUjQKRByJsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3AJwXv9_GJs/s72-c/Algo-entre-as-flores-e-o-fim-do-amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175347742599057436.post-3161281069988423028</id><published>2011-02-01T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T19:48:27.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ele é só</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ó&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxlN35f6sE/TUjO7w6qg0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Gms8r2Bozww/s1600/ele.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxlN35f6sE/TUjO7w6qg0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Gms8r2Bozww/s320/ele.jpg" width="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Ele é só um cara &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;E quer mesmo saber? É um cara como todos os outros caras.É só um cara, e não a sua vida. E não todos os dias da sua história, e não todas as suas lágrimas juntas em um único sábado solitário. Ele não é o destino,é um cara. Existem muitos destinos, ele é só um cara que mal sabe encarar as consequencias das suas escolhas. Ele é só um cara perdido como muitos outros caras que você encontrou. E perdeu. Ele é só um cara. E você já esqueceu outros caras antes ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175347742599057436-3161281069988423028?l=asminhascores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asminhascores.blogspot.com/feeds/3161281069988423028/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asminhascores.blogspot.com/2011/02/ele-e-so-um-cara-e-quer-mesmo-saber-e.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175347742599057436/posts/default/3161281069988423028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175347742599057436/posts/default/3161281069988423028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asminhascores.blogspot.com/2011/02/ele-e-so-um-cara-e-quer-mesmo-saber-e.html' title='Ele é só'/><author><name>As cores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683420080173930364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxlN35f6sE/TUjE5rrHE0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FbQ1DYwpPMQ/s220/5081849807_dfecfc6131_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxlN35f6sE/TUjO7w6qg0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Gms8r2Bozww/s72-c/ele.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175347742599057436.post-1135073298267346026</id><published>2011-02-01T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T19:22:54.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulheres e Maçãs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxlN35f6sE/TUjNPE4SanI/AAAAAAAAAA0/F514fn_MUbU/s1600/ma%25C3%25A7a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxlN35f6sE/TUjNPE4SanI/AAAAAAAAAA0/F514fn_MUbU/s320/ma%25C3%25A7a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Mulheres são como maças &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;em árvores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;as melhores estão no topo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;. os homens não querem alcançar essas boas porque têm medo de cair e se machucar. preferem pegar as maçãs podres que ficam no chão, que não são boas como as do topo, mas são fáceis de se conseguir. assim as maçãs do topo pensam que algo está errado com elas, quando na verdade, ELES estão errados! elas têm que esperar um pouco para o homem certo chegar, aquele que é valente o bastante para escalar até o topo da árvore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175347742599057436-1135073298267346026?l=asminhascores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asminhascores.blogspot.com/feeds/1135073298267346026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asminhascores.blogspot.com/2011/02/mulheres-sao-como-macas-em-arvores.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175347742599057436/posts/default/1135073298267346026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175347742599057436/posts/default/1135073298267346026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asminhascores.blogspot.com/2011/02/mulheres-sao-como-macas-em-arvores.html' title='Mulheres e Maçãs'/><author><name>As cores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683420080173930364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxlN35f6sE/TUjE5rrHE0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FbQ1DYwpPMQ/s220/5081849807_dfecfc6131_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxlN35f6sE/TUjNPE4SanI/AAAAAAAAAA0/F514fn_MUbU/s72-c/ma%25C3%25A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175347742599057436.post-7445528430957806360</id><published>2011-02-01T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T19:22:03.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A paixão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxlN35f6sE/TUjKrX9e-VI/AAAAAAAAAAw/d9ATKMd9viI/s1600/4584804329_e086609164_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxlN35f6sE/TUjKrX9e-VI/AAAAAAAAAAw/d9ATKMd9viI/s1600/4584804329_e086609164_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;A gente quando se apaixona &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;começa a dizer ”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Não me imagino sem você , não vivo sem você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;… ” eu mesma ja fiz isso várias vezes , mas tem um erro enorme nessas palavras . Eu não vivo sem Deus , meus pais , meus amigos , meus sentimentos , minha paz , meus livros , minhas musicas , minhas recordações , eu não vivo sem abraços e carinhos sinceros , eu não vivo sem o meu amor próprio . Mas daí não se saber viver sem uma pessoa que como outras MILHARES entra e sai da tua vida sem dar explicação , é contraditório . Agora eu não vou mas dizer que não sei viver sem ele , sim eu sei , posso não querer viver , mas que eu sei e consigo viver isso sim eu sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175347742599057436-7445528430957806360?l=asminhascores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asminhascores.blogspot.com/feeds/7445528430957806360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asminhascores.blogspot.com/2011/02/gente-quando-se-apaixona-comeca-dizer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175347742599057436/posts/default/7445528430957806360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175347742599057436/posts/default/7445528430957806360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asminhascores.blogspot.com/2011/02/gente-quando-se-apaixona-comeca-dizer.html' title='A paixão'/><author><name>As cores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683420080173930364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxlN35f6sE/TUjE5rrHE0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FbQ1DYwpPMQ/s220/5081849807_dfecfc6131_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfxlN35f6sE/TUjKrX9e-VI/AAAAAAAAAAw/d9ATKMd9viI/s72-c/4584804329_e086609164_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
