<?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-2936355135140289916</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:56:36.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escrever a Vida</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cibelerm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936355135140289916/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cibelerm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cibele Regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9LAdex1vyHI/TXhMCMpcr6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/tmpuHeAHmWw/s220/OgAAAPwk-5u288EoZAqB0ZytvsUat6ArVSeQuq1DZzC0aXAMG2uKcWesaZzEbZ6zb_-Rkq0MLWnTIRHiJbGxgxxDQzAAm1T1UNuLdL3f0ssITdiSXDi58e9xcTtf.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936355135140289916.post-4870591535190775662</id><published>2010-11-29T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T10:21:17.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spectrumgothic.com.br/images/imagens/imagens/cemiterios/cemiterio024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://www.spectrumgothic.com.br/images/imagens/imagens/cemiterios/cemiterio024.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dificilmente choramos pelo que ainda podemos tocar, falar e brigar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Choramos depois que não se tem mais nada para se fazer, quando está tudo perdido Aproveite o máximo junto com as pessoas que você ama , pois quando for tarde demais e você quiser conversar e chorar irá olhar somente para um monte de terra e se culpar por não ter falado tudo&amp;nbsp;que&amp;nbsp;sente antes de tudo acontecer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cibele Regina.&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/2936355135140289916-4870591535190775662?l=cibelerm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cibelerm.blogspot.com/feeds/4870591535190775662/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cibelerm.blogspot.com/2010/11/dificilmente-choramos-pelo-que-ainda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936355135140289916/posts/default/4870591535190775662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936355135140289916/posts/default/4870591535190775662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cibelerm.blogspot.com/2010/11/dificilmente-choramos-pelo-que-ainda.html' title=''/><author><name>Cibele Regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9LAdex1vyHI/TXhMCMpcr6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/tmpuHeAHmWw/s220/OgAAAPwk-5u288EoZAqB0ZytvsUat6ArVSeQuq1DZzC0aXAMG2uKcWesaZzEbZ6zb_-Rkq0MLWnTIRHiJbGxgxxDQzAAm1T1UNuLdL3f0ssITdiSXDi58e9xcTtf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936355135140289916.post-3523278024248946597</id><published>2010-10-23T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T10:21:00.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembrança</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nelsonpaimphotos.com/wp-content/gallery/retratos/img_1171-md_0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://www.nelsonpaimphotos.com/wp-content/gallery/retratos/img_1171-md_0.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase não me lembro de nada de ti , só me lembro de seu sorriso lindo e sua risada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;E isso é o bastante pra mim pois só de saber que você sorrio e foi feliz me deixa bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cibele R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/2936355135140289916-3523278024248946597?l=cibelerm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cibelerm.blogspot.com/feeds/3523278024248946597/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cibelerm.blogspot.com/2010/10/lembranca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936355135140289916/posts/default/3523278024248946597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936355135140289916/posts/default/3523278024248946597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cibelerm.blogspot.com/2010/10/lembranca.html' title='Lembrança'/><author><name>Cibele Regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9LAdex1vyHI/TXhMCMpcr6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/tmpuHeAHmWw/s220/OgAAAPwk-5u288EoZAqB0ZytvsUat6ArVSeQuq1DZzC0aXAMG2uKcWesaZzEbZ6zb_-Rkq0MLWnTIRHiJbGxgxxDQzAAm1T1UNuLdL3f0ssITdiSXDi58e9xcTtf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936355135140289916.post-5035973969331604845</id><published>2010-10-23T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T11:57:51.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amizade</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://images.orkut.com/orkut/photos/OgAAAHdxy2HoLg02pgObyz3CQbA2DqBXn-AwF8VGS1_sQNw7TbQgGGEUOxMyCjwKH32RN28mR5ldUxSYt7_4PhT846AAm1T1UJ4dNB75ho24J2UIfhvAdy2zdhqN.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/photos/OgAAAHdxy2HoLg02pgObyz3CQbA2DqBXn-AwF8VGS1_sQNw7TbQgGGEUOxMyCjwKH32RN28mR5ldUxSYt7_4PhT846AAm1T1UJ4dNB75ho24J2UIfhvAdy2zdhqN.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Pior do que perder alguem, e poder vê-la mais a distancia não deixa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Principalmente quando ama muito essa pessoa &amp;nbsp;mas sabe que não é&amp;nbsp;possível&amp;nbsp;vê-la e seu coração parece que quebra sempre que se lembra disso &amp;nbsp;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mais de qualquer jeito você te certeza que um dia vai poder abraça-la e dizer&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu te amo e você pode contar comigo .&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Felipe Bruno &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;s2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Cibele R.&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/2936355135140289916-5035973969331604845?l=cibelerm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cibelerm.blogspot.com/feeds/5035973969331604845/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cibelerm.blogspot.com/2010/10/pior-do-que-perder-alguem-e-poder-ve-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936355135140289916/posts/default/5035973969331604845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936355135140289916/posts/default/5035973969331604845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cibelerm.blogspot.com/2010/10/pior-do-que-perder-alguem-e-poder-ve-la.html' title='Amizade'/><author><name>Cibele Regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9LAdex1vyHI/TXhMCMpcr6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/tmpuHeAHmWw/s220/OgAAAPwk-5u288EoZAqB0ZytvsUat6ArVSeQuq1DZzC0aXAMG2uKcWesaZzEbZ6zb_-Rkq0MLWnTIRHiJbGxgxxDQzAAm1T1UNuLdL3f0ssITdiSXDi58e9xcTtf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936355135140289916.post-7156385003761842794</id><published>2010-10-23T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T00:08:10.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cabecadecuia.com/imagem/materias/casal-idosos-melancia_2877f2e8150674b5c7a955c5d83e583e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="http://www.cabecadecuia.com/imagem/materias/casal-idosos-melancia_2877f2e8150674b5c7a955c5d83e583e.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; E o amor que você sentia por ele, era tão grande que passaram anos juntos .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Parecia&amp;nbsp;que um sem o outro não teria razão de viver, que eram dois em um só coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Conseguiam se comunicar apenas com olharam que simbolizavam amor puro e verdadeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Vô e Vó &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Cibele R.&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/2936355135140289916-7156385003761842794?l=cibelerm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cibelerm.blogspot.com/feeds/7156385003761842794/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cibelerm.blogspot.com/2010/10/e-o-amor-que-voce-sentia-por-ele-era.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936355135140289916/posts/default/7156385003761842794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936355135140289916/posts/default/7156385003761842794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cibelerm.blogspot.com/2010/10/e-o-amor-que-voce-sentia-por-ele-era.html' title='Amor'/><author><name>Cibele Regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9LAdex1vyHI/TXhMCMpcr6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/tmpuHeAHmWw/s220/OgAAAPwk-5u288EoZAqB0ZytvsUat6ArVSeQuq1DZzC0aXAMG2uKcWesaZzEbZ6zb_-Rkq0MLWnTIRHiJbGxgxxDQzAAm1T1UNuLdL3f0ssITdiSXDi58e9xcTtf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936355135140289916.post-1421094770330779988</id><published>2010-10-22T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T11:31:56.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sono Profundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gSbM6ddIbk/TFjO4qJosqI/AAAAAAAAANQ/zL4vMM3W60E/s1600/423247896_39adf5fae0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gSbM6ddIbk/TFjO4qJosqI/AAAAAAAAANQ/zL4vMM3W60E/s320/423247896_39adf5fae0.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E é como se o conto de fadas tivesse acabado, é como se você estivesse apenas dormindo esperando eu ir te acordar desse mundo horrendo que vivemos esse mundo onde as pessoas te deixam sem mais e sem menos sem dar satisfação.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Queria que você despertasse desse teu sono profundo, mais como toda garota eu sonho alto muito alto, e esse sonho é impossível de se acontecer. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Cibele R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2936355135140289916-1421094770330779988?l=cibelerm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cibelerm.blogspot.com/feeds/1421094770330779988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cibelerm.blogspot.com/2010/10/sono-profundo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936355135140289916/posts/default/1421094770330779988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936355135140289916/posts/default/1421094770330779988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cibelerm.blogspot.com/2010/10/sono-profundo.html' title='Sono Profundo'/><author><name>Cibele Regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9LAdex1vyHI/TXhMCMpcr6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/tmpuHeAHmWw/s220/OgAAAPwk-5u288EoZAqB0ZytvsUat6ArVSeQuq1DZzC0aXAMG2uKcWesaZzEbZ6zb_-Rkq0MLWnTIRHiJbGxgxxDQzAAm1T1UNuLdL3f0ssITdiSXDi58e9xcTtf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gSbM6ddIbk/TFjO4qJosqI/AAAAAAAAANQ/zL4vMM3W60E/s72-c/423247896_39adf5fae0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936355135140289916.post-2274718586290200038</id><published>2010-10-22T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T11:31:21.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não faz sentido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gSbM6ddIbk/TF8bvXTTjdI/AAAAAAAAANg/RlDiUKPrmoM/s1600/pai%2520filha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gSbM6ddIbk/TF8bvXTTjdI/AAAAAAAAANg/RlDiUKPrmoM/s1600/pai%2520filha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Sabe quando você pensa que nada mais faz sentido, e que sua vida nunca vai melhorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Bom é essa fase que eu estou passando, você deve se perguntar por que uma menina de 14 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; anos está passando por isso, e eu te respondo é porque essa menina esta sofrendo &amp;nbsp;ela esta querendo ficar em casa sem falar com ninguém.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mais isso vai melhorar quando ela levantar a cabeça olha no espelho e dizer&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; “EU O AMEI MAIS DO QUE TUDO &amp;nbsp;”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cibele R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2936355135140289916-2274718586290200038?l=cibelerm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cibelerm.blogspot.com/feeds/2274718586290200038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cibelerm.blogspot.com/2010/10/nao-faz-sentido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936355135140289916/posts/default/2274718586290200038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936355135140289916/posts/default/2274718586290200038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cibelerm.blogspot.com/2010/10/nao-faz-sentido.html' title='Não faz sentido'/><author><name>Cibele Regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9LAdex1vyHI/TXhMCMpcr6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/tmpuHeAHmWw/s220/OgAAAPwk-5u288EoZAqB0ZytvsUat6ArVSeQuq1DZzC0aXAMG2uKcWesaZzEbZ6zb_-Rkq0MLWnTIRHiJbGxgxxDQzAAm1T1UNuLdL3f0ssITdiSXDi58e9xcTtf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gSbM6ddIbk/TF8bvXTTjdI/AAAAAAAAANg/RlDiUKPrmoM/s72-c/pai%2520filha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936355135140289916.post-7720068275956686476</id><published>2010-10-22T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T20:07:39.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Realizou ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mundo-afora.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/love_34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://www.mundo-afora.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/love_34.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Sabe quando o que você mais queria se realizou e você fica tão feliz ao ponto de chorar &amp;nbsp;e suas lágrimas saem como lágrimas de felicidade que chega até brilhar seu coração bate tão forte que parece que vai&amp;nbsp;explodir, sua respiração fica falhada e você não consegue parar de sorrir ?!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Pois é estou me sentindo assim , é uma coisa tão diferente &amp;nbsp;, uma coisa boa &amp;nbsp;mais ao mesmo tempo&amp;nbsp;ruim&amp;nbsp; pois essa sensação pode acabar &amp;nbsp;ao qualquer momento que você abrir os olhos e ver que era somente um sonho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Cibele R.&lt;/span&gt;&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/2936355135140289916-7720068275956686476?l=cibelerm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cibelerm.blogspot.com/feeds/7720068275956686476/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cibelerm.blogspot.com/2010/10/realizou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936355135140289916/posts/default/7720068275956686476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936355135140289916/posts/default/7720068275956686476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cibelerm.blogspot.com/2010/10/realizou.html' title='Realizou ?'/><author><name>Cibele Regina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9LAdex1vyHI/TXhMCMpcr6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/tmpuHeAHmWw/s220/OgAAAPwk-5u288EoZAqB0ZytvsUat6ArVSeQuq1DZzC0aXAMG2uKcWesaZzEbZ6zb_-Rkq0MLWnTIRHiJbGxgxxDQzAAm1T1UNuLdL3f0ssITdiSXDi58e9xcTtf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
