<?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-5042914111771579165</id><updated>2012-02-09T22:44:19.967-02:00</updated><category term='amigos'/><category term='texto'/><category term='Flor de Liz'/><category term='alegria alegria'/><category term='aulas'/><category term='Cesar'/><category term='falta de tempo'/><category term='Saudade'/><category term='aleatório'/><category term='trecho de música'/><category term='título/foto auto-explicativo[a]'/><category term='apresentação'/><category term='saudação'/><category term='novidades'/><category term='olhos'/><category term='poema'/><category term='desabafo'/><category term='fragmentos'/><category term='falsidade'/><title type='text'>A Flor de Liz</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-7521851741650008525</id><published>2012-02-07T17:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T17:42:51.094-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto'/><title type='text'>Motivos</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3rrdHuiZFew/TzFsANCi7NI/AAAAAAAAAUs/E98ZYLT4DUM/s1600/229243431_hxS5kSc1_c_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3rrdHuiZFew/TzFsANCi7NI/AAAAAAAAAUs/E98ZYLT4DUM/s400/229243431_hxS5kSc1_c_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Veio pra se opor as minhas birras, mas pra fazer minhas vontades. Surgiu no momento certo, quando tudo estava errado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Me fez feliz quando a tristeza imperava e me deixou grata simplesmente por ficar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Seguiu do meu lado, quando eu me sentia tão só. Ouviu os meus lamentos e ainda assim teve palavras acolhedoras para me ajudar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Me colocou pra cima quando eu estava pra baixo, me deu coragem para continuar. Mostrou que não era preciso desistir, me deu a mão e seguiu a estrada comigo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Por que&amp;nbsp;você&amp;nbsp;quis ficar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Talvez não importe o motivo mas sim a&amp;nbsp;consequência.&amp;nbsp;Você&amp;nbsp;ficou e eu consegui seguir em frente. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Permaneceu aqui em meio a um furacão, mesmo tendo a escolha de partir. Não saiu do meu lado um instante, segurou a minha mão e tudo então fez sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Me mostrou que o lado ruim tem lá seu lado bom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Me ajudou a superar e eu não sei se conseguiria sem te-lo comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;És a melhor coisa que me apareceu desde os últimos tempos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Obrigada, mesmo! Por me acolher em seus abraços protetores, pelas belas palavras, por todos carinho e companheirismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E tudo tão descontraído com nossas brincadeiras infantis. Tudo tão descontraído com teu coração de ouro e sua pureza! Tudo tão &lt;b&gt;perfeito&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Obrigada, amor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-7521851741650008525?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/7521851741650008525/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2012/02/motivos.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/7521851741650008525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/7521851741650008525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2012/02/motivos.html' title='Motivos'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3rrdHuiZFew/TzFsANCi7NI/AAAAAAAAAUs/E98ZYLT4DUM/s72-c/229243431_hxS5kSc1_c_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-6716304232103056805</id><published>2012-02-05T01:55:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T15:37:54.464-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flor de Liz'/><title type='text'>Meu bem</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o43SH9tVWag/Ty38v-zTEiI/AAAAAAAAATY/XOmYjmK4PLk/s1600/6128417432_4f923b1a10_z_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o43SH9tVWag/Ty38v-zTEiI/AAAAAAAAATY/XOmYjmK4PLk/s400/6128417432_4f923b1a10_z_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hey amor, vem aqui pro meu ladinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bem aqui no meu cantinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;No calor do meu aconchego, que é bem quente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Que chego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Querendo sentir o teu sabor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hey amor, vem aqui, vem rapidinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Porque o tempo não pára pra eu poder aproveitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Esse pra sempre, tão eterno, que dizem que sempre dura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas o destino diz, que um dia vai acabar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-6716304232103056805?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/6716304232103056805/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2012/02/meu-bem.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/6716304232103056805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/6716304232103056805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2012/02/meu-bem.html' title='Meu bem'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o43SH9tVWag/Ty38v-zTEiI/AAAAAAAAATY/XOmYjmK4PLk/s72-c/6128417432_4f923b1a10_z_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-8216996367223755299</id><published>2012-02-04T01:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T01:32:54.846-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novidades'/><title type='text'>UAU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-21Wk0q6LJJI/TyydWUqbyfI/AAAAAAAAATI/PNxQPVFHnQg/s1600/tumblr_lf1ey1TPAE1qc41lyo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-21Wk0q6LJJI/TyydWUqbyfI/AAAAAAAAATI/PNxQPVFHnQg/s400/tumblr_lf1ey1TPAE1qc41lyo1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Geeeeente! Que doideira! Eu me organizo toda, "reformo" o blog, busco inspiração de tipo, seilá... E fico sem internet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quase morri de ansiedade pra postar algo decente! &lt;br /&gt;Estava toda inspirada pra textos e tal, ainda mais pelos últimos acontecimentos. &lt;br /&gt;Então vamos lá, as loucurinhas dos últimos finais de semana de Janeiro. &lt;br /&gt;Tudo começa em um sábado, no aniversário de um Tio. Festa á fantasia, eu tava até então desconfortável, até que... As coisas começaram a melhorar. Porque&amp;nbsp;vocês&amp;nbsp;sabem, né... Eu sou super&amp;nbsp;antissocial. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Comecei a achar a festa super legal, todos estavam a vontade, até dancei. Quando nos demos conta, eram 4:30 da manhã. Isso que é se empolgar, pra quem mal queria ir né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Beleza, fiquei sabendo do detalhe 4:30 da manhã, no dia seguinte. &lt;br /&gt;Algumas semanas antes, até mesmo um&amp;nbsp;mês&amp;nbsp;antes, eu implorava pra minha mãe pra ir no show do Los Hermanos que vai ser na Fundição Progresso na Lapa. Minha mãe disse NÃO, é claro. Sem contar que uma semana depois, anunciaram que seria classificação 18 anos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Se minha mãe assinasse um papel pra minha irmã que me levaria ser minha responsável legal, tava tudo resolvido. Mas minha mãe é dura na queda. Minha lábia contra a da minha mãe é tipo... nula. &lt;br /&gt;Voltando ao dia da festa, 4:30 da manhã. Chegamos em casa, todos cansados. Fizemos uma rodinha, meio que fazendo um 'flashback' dos melhores momentos da noite. Rimos, brincamos... Sendo que no dia seguinte, ou no mesmo dia, abririam uma nova venda de ingressos pro show do Los Hermanos que já tinha se esgotado em um dia pra shows em Maio se não me engano. E eles caridosos, abriram mais dias em &amp;nbsp;Junho, em nome dos fãs sedentos por eles que ficaram parados por tanto tempo. &lt;br /&gt;Me aproveitei do momento ternura, daquela rodinha de Mamãe, Papai, Irmãzinha e eu e pedi pro meu pai deixar eu ir ao show. ELE DEIXOU! E convenceu minha mãe em alguns minutos. Eu fiquei chocada. Mas precisávamos estar na fila as 10:00 horas. E levamos 1:30hr pra chegar até lá. E íamos dormir então pouquíssimo, já que eram mais de 4:30 da manhã!&lt;br /&gt;O sono não era problema. Levantamos, saímos um pouco atrasadas, mas fomos...&lt;br /&gt;Isso em um Domingo, pós feriado na Sexta. Na nossa cabeça, as pessoas estariam viajando... Não foi muito divulgado, logo, a fila não estaria tão ruim... Ao chegarmos, o susto: parecia copa do mundo. A fila estava imensa e minha vontade foi chorar. Chorar muito. A fila tava mais pra &lt;b&gt;Bloco de Carnaval&lt;/b&gt;, do que pra fila! /imagine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eram grupos de pessoas na fila. Nós nunca conseguiríamos comprar ingressos, se bobear nem um. E então, uma anjinha que encontramos lá na hora, e fizemos amizade, revelou uma informação que ficou sabendo que venderia numa loja no shopping e não foi divulgado no site.&lt;br /&gt;Fomos na onda da menina e partimos pro shopping. Chegou lá, fizemos amizade com uma outra menina que no final descobrimos que era amiga da primeira menina que nos mandou pra lá. Olha aí o fim do mundo? E conversando com a amiga da tal anjinha do início da Saga, acabei descobrindo várias coisas em comum. Como depressão, a luta dela por ser gordinha e ela &lt;b&gt;VENCEU&lt;/b&gt;, perdendo 40 quilos em 5 meses! E tudo isso me dando esperanças e motivação pra continuar. Daí, nesse tempão todo de conversa e cada vez mais&amp;nbsp;coincidências, descobrimos que lá venderia mesmo o ingresso, isso até dar 16:30 da tarde, e a menina da loja dizer que não venderiam mais. Como assim?&lt;br /&gt;Quase morremos, né. Acabou que a tal anjinha foi correndo pra lá e partimos numa verdadeira Saga Show do Los Hermanos (SSDLH), e partimos do Rio Sul pra Gávea, atrás dos ingressos no Clube de Regatas do Flamengo. Se mata, né? A história teve um final feliz e compramos os ingressos! Eeeee...&lt;br /&gt;No outro final de semana, eis que se aproximava uma esperada viagem, após tentativas&amp;nbsp;incansáveis&amp;nbsp;em&amp;nbsp;três&amp;nbsp;anos, para ir ao Hopi Hari em SP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Outra Missão Impossível, o vento soprando totalmente contra... As coisas dando cada vez mais errado, eu e minha irmã quase desistindo... Eis que deu tudo certo, nós conseguimos ir... E foi perfeito! Pra voces terem uma noção de que tudo estava dando errado, a viagem dura umas 7 horas, sempre. A menina que estávamos juntos acabou errando o caminho e levamos 9 horas pra chegar lá! Ela não aguentava mais dirigir tadinha, ficou super cansada... Mas no fim valeu a pena. Esse é o resumo do resumo, dos finais de semana mais conturbados e legais que eu vivi nos últimos anos! Agora é esperar ansiosamente 2 Junho, pro show do Los Hermanos. E aguardar a próxima viagem, é claro! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-8216996367223755299?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/8216996367223755299/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2012/02/uau.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/8216996367223755299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/8216996367223755299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2012/02/uau.html' title='UAU!'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-21Wk0q6LJJI/TyydWUqbyfI/AAAAAAAAATI/PNxQPVFHnQg/s72-c/tumblr_lf1ey1TPAE1qc41lyo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-319382724745076847</id><published>2012-01-18T00:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T00:42:34.672-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou de volta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--B7GwGDgO3o/TxYst2A_R-I/AAAAAAAAATA/gKfrgM6l7_A/s1600/tumblr_loewvoCBnm1qhosrgo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--B7GwGDgO3o/TxYst2A_R-I/AAAAAAAAATA/gKfrgM6l7_A/s320/tumblr_loewvoCBnm1qhosrgo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Céus, quanto tempo eu não posto. São quatro meses, né. Depois de tanto tempo, eu fui obrigada a fazer uma puta de uma reforma, e pensar a tarde toda no que eu postaria. Queria que fosse digno, da 'roupa nova' que te dei.&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro, que são muitos os motivos que me afastaram daqui. Porém, em &lt;b&gt;"especial" &lt;/b&gt;foram&amp;nbsp;três.&amp;nbsp;Em primeiro lugar, tenho como &lt;strike&gt;desculpa&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;motivo, a falta de tempo devido a loja e a escola, que me consumiram muito nesses últimos meses do ano, principalmente Outubro, Novembro e Dezembro. Por segundo, tem a minha preguiça unida a uma leve depressão e minha falta de inspiração. Não adianta postar somente pra encher linguiça, tem que ser algo a altura. E em terceiro, por último mas não menos importante, o Tumblr. Pois é, eu te abandonei por causa do Tumblr, que supriu esse segundo motivo, da preguiça e falta de inspiração. Lá é só 'plagiar' o post alheio e pronto: se expressou. Talvez, isso tenha sido um desabafo a respeito, e uma crítica, mas gente, não é bem assim. Eu amo o Tumblr. Fiz de lá minha segunda casa, quer dizer... A terceira.&lt;br /&gt;Então, voltando.&lt;br /&gt;Em Dezembro, recebi um convite para voltar a postar no Mundo Leitor, o que me encorajou a visitar o blog. Eu já nem o visitava mais, o que é uma vergonha.&lt;br /&gt;Mas daí, visitei e achei tão caído. Já não tinha mais a minha cara. Resolvi que ele precisava de uma repaginada, mas não tive a coragem pra fazer. A preguiça ainda me consumia.&lt;br /&gt;Daí, quando foi no Domingo dia 15, eu precisei dar uma reforma no Tumblr, e decidi que era hora de dar uma atenção especial ao meu queridíssimo e velho amigo Blog.&lt;br /&gt;Sofri pra encontrar algo que fosse a minha cara, mas com uma mãozinha do próprio Blog, com seu template simples, eu consegui deixa-lo como sempre quis.&lt;br /&gt;Agora, eu vou &lt;b&gt;tentar&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;me dedicar. As aulas estão prestes a voltar, e andei lendo o meu post sobre o início das aulas. Foi tudo como disse, uma previsão, eu diria. Comecei detestando, mas depois já não podia viver sem e mal posso esperar pra voltar a estudar, apesar de tantas coisas...&lt;br /&gt;Vou deixar a preguiça de lado e aproveitar mais esse blog lindo, como está! haha&lt;br /&gt;Esse post, é só pra conversar como sempre, matar as saudades. Breve novos textos! E dessa vez, mais uma novidade, a página&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;PSEUDÔNIMOS&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;onde os leitores poderão conhecer os meus próprios, como a 'Flor de Liz' e entender um pouquinhos mais dessa confusão.&lt;br /&gt;Sem contar os textos assinados com outros ''nomes''. Daí, poderão entender que na verdade, são meus textos assinados por&amp;nbsp;pseudônimos.&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem não entendeu bulhufas, é só aguardar e curtir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;beijo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;e um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: red; color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;queijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-319382724745076847?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/319382724745076847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2012/01/estou-de-volta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/319382724745076847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/319382724745076847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2012/01/estou-de-volta.html' title='Estou de volta!'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--B7GwGDgO3o/TxYst2A_R-I/AAAAAAAAATA/gKfrgM6l7_A/s72-c/tumblr_loewvoCBnm1qhosrgo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-2129433307877872365</id><published>2011-09-21T17:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T17:39:58.860-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desabafo'/><title type='text'>Lembrança</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bHbp_oLEvRY/TnpK3o2PVNI/AAAAAAAAARc/sk9zd_bTaSs/s1600/285405_183895948341004_183318638398735_508301_7059253_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bHbp_oLEvRY/TnpK3o2PVNI/AAAAAAAAARc/sk9zd_bTaSs/s400/285405_183895948341004_183318638398735_508301_7059253_n_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E essa noite foi inevitável não passar acordada. As lembranças fluíam e eu me sentia impotente, sem o mínimo controle, sabe?&lt;br /&gt;Eu me lembrava daquela tarde, em que tudo acabaria, mas parece que teve um novo início. Lembrei de nós dois abraçados, morrendo de frio, sentados conversando como bons amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Eu me emocionei porque deu aquela sensação de que nunca mais vai acontecer...&lt;br /&gt;Malditas lembranças que fazem vir à tona a saudade, IMENSA, de você.&amp;nbsp;&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/5042914111771579165-2129433307877872365?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/2129433307877872365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2011/09/lembranca.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/2129433307877872365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/2129433307877872365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2011/09/lembranca.html' title='Lembrança'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bHbp_oLEvRY/TnpK3o2PVNI/AAAAAAAAARc/sk9zd_bTaSs/s72-c/285405_183895948341004_183318638398735_508301_7059253_n_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-5266366765712986959</id><published>2011-09-06T23:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T23:02:07.957-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desabafo'/><title type='text'>Pétalas e pedaços</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3IiCYwJ_MzE/TmbHFTaulgI/AAAAAAAAARY/P9SNYc7iJYI/s1600/walking_away_from_everything_by_vampire_zombie_large.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/-3IiCYwJ_MzE/TmbHFTaulgI/AAAAAAAAARY/P9SNYc7iJYI/s1600/walking_away_from_everything_by_vampire_zombie_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sabe, eu nunca acreditei no amor. Não por "estranhos".&lt;br /&gt;Até que eu o conheci, criança ainda.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não entendia como as garotas da minha idade (ou mais velhas) e as mulheres falavam de amor e achavam normal. Pra mim não era normal.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo foi passando e eu me acostumei com aquilo e se a atração por alguém fosse forte eu dizia "gostar". Paixão já era forte, quem dirá amor.&lt;br /&gt;Até que &lt;i&gt;"adolesci"&lt;/i&gt; e a coisa ficou diferente. Mas não com qualquer um, era só com ele.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre achei que fosse amizade. Eu nunca me conformei com a ideia de não gostar dele, de amá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;Até o dia em que eu assumi pra mim mesma e para minha melhor amiga que sim, eu o amava. Mas era segredo, já que uma outra amiga também sentia a mesma coisa por ele.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;O problema, era que eu queria ajudá-la. Mas era difícil, mas eu sempre ajudei na questão "ele e ela", sendo que depois sentia um aperto no peito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Minha amiga não sabia e eu me culpava todos os dias por isso.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo foi passando e eu continuava a amá-lo cada vez mais. E sempre desconfiando do "amor".&lt;br /&gt;Sabe a parte mais difícil disso? Ter que dar conselhos sobre como ele pode ficar bem ao lado de outra pessoa. Só que dessa vez não minha amiga, uma estranha. O que acredite, doía bem mais.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu o amava, eu lhe atendia com toda boa vontade do mundo. E queria que ele fosse feliz, não importava se ao meu lado ou a quem quer que fosse. Desde que a pessoa se empenhasse a cuidar dele.&lt;br /&gt;Eu pedia a Deus que pudesse lhe proteger e cuidar tanto quanto eu o faria. E sei que ele o faz, o que me conforta.&lt;br /&gt;Mas daí, entra a questão do amor... De você se omitir por tanto tempo e querer juntar a outra pessoa com quem ela ama de verdade, só em troca da felicidade (única e exclusiva) dela.&lt;br /&gt;Isso eu acho justo. Sempre me disseram que o amor não era egoísta.&lt;br /&gt;Mas você sabe o tal do "eu te amo", que proferimos o tempo inteiro?&lt;br /&gt;Essa sim, é uma das partes que me fazem desconfiar do amor.&lt;br /&gt;Agora, você sabe o motivo?&lt;br /&gt;Além das pessoas terem banalizado a frase, eu sei que não posso contar quantas vezes eu disse a ele "eu te amo" e o sentido foi tão vago que ele não entendeu.&lt;br /&gt;Meu eu te amo não era um &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;eu te amo &lt;/span&gt;, era um EU TE AMO!, mas ele não soube interpretar como eu quis. O "eu te amo" tinha como que o mesmo significado do "estou com saudades".&lt;br /&gt;E eu com raiva do amor, fiz do "eu te amo" o "estou com saudades", que me soa mais verdadeiro e intenso do que o "eu te amo". E às vezes, pode fazer os dois papéis, já que você não sente saudades daquilo que não ama, daquilo que não te faz bem.&lt;br /&gt;No final, o amor só me deixa aos pedaços. A Flor, em pétalas.&lt;br /&gt;E aquela insegurança continua aqui. De que nunca pode dar certo. &lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não sei que sentimento é esse, que ainda me faz ter 'esperanças'. &lt;br /&gt;Que me faz acreditar que pode não ser aqui, nem agora. Mas há uma voz aqui dentro que diz "ainda vamos ficar juntos".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-5266366765712986959?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/5266366765712986959/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2011/09/petalas-e-pedacos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/5266366765712986959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/5266366765712986959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2011/09/petalas-e-pedacos.html' title='Pétalas e pedaços'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3IiCYwJ_MzE/TmbHFTaulgI/AAAAAAAAARY/P9SNYc7iJYI/s72-c/walking_away_from_everything_by_vampire_zombie_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-6311579330875891427</id><published>2011-08-12T17:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T17:00:19.921-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aleatório'/><title type='text'>Você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kIgtHsrCvfE/TkWCufjJqJI/AAAAAAAAARU/jbVj80f6gYQ/s1600/5722718329_81c6e2b0d7_z_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kIgtHsrCvfE/TkWCufjJqJI/AAAAAAAAARU/jbVj80f6gYQ/s320/5722718329_81c6e2b0d7_z_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por ter deixado que eu molhasse seu casaco naquela tarde em que me senti abandonada.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei porque me senti abandonada estando na companhia da melhor pessoa do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não podia enxergar isto e agora eu posso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-6311579330875891427?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/6311579330875891427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2011/08/voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/6311579330875891427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/6311579330875891427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2011/08/voce.html' title='Você'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kIgtHsrCvfE/TkWCufjJqJI/AAAAAAAAARU/jbVj80f6gYQ/s72-c/5722718329_81c6e2b0d7_z_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-7601528324846436624</id><published>2011-07-04T13:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T13:59:46.424-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'>Feeling Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mmTRvXePNEs/ThHwlaXYxJI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Xru62IStWLg/s1600/1094129-9-1302109328360_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mmTRvXePNEs/ThHwlaXYxJI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Xru62IStWLg/s320/1094129-9-1302109328360_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Na vida encontramos anjos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Na verdade eles nos encontram&lt;br /&gt;As vezes distantes&lt;br /&gt;Mas mesmo assim perto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes encontramos pessoas&lt;br /&gt;Que podem falar somente o necessário&lt;br /&gt;Mas as vezes encontramos pessoas&lt;br /&gt;Que é somente necessário falar tudo sobre si&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes encontramos pessoas que são anjos&lt;br /&gt;Que vão conversar sobre tudo com você e vão fazer seu dia&lt;br /&gt;Mais feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E daí você me diz que isso não existe&lt;br /&gt;Pois eu digo que sim!&lt;br /&gt;Pra você é banal, não pra mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anjos existem, eu tenho provas...&lt;br /&gt;Eles cuidam de mim, me fazem bem...&lt;br /&gt;E nada que você diga vai tirar da minha cabeça,&lt;br /&gt;Digo tão firme pois encontrei meu anjo,&lt;br /&gt;a Andressa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-7601528324846436624?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/7601528324846436624/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2011/07/na-vida-encontramos-anjos-na-verdade.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/7601528324846436624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/7601528324846436624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2011/07/na-vida-encontramos-anjos-na-verdade.html' title='Feeling Good'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mmTRvXePNEs/ThHwlaXYxJI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Xru62IStWLg/s72-c/1094129-9-1302109328360_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-2239974710573376842</id><published>2011-07-04T13:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T13:46:40.559-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alegria alegria'/><title type='text'>Heey blog, quanto tempo!</title><content type='html'>Bem, a Andressa linda tá me pedindo tem mais de um mês pra eu vir aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Bateu uma preguicinha e tal, confesso, mas a verdade é que eu rodo o mundo inteiro e volto pra você.&lt;br /&gt;O problema todo é que eu decidi levar meu tumblr à frente, mas não sinta-se rejeitado, sabe como as&lt;br /&gt;coisas novas chamam atenção. Você veio primeiro na minha vida Blog, e eu o amo tanto quanto ao tumblr,&lt;br /&gt;mas eu te amo de uma forma mais especial, pois você foi o começo de tudo. Foi você que aturou meus&lt;br /&gt;devaneios muitas vezes insanos e me acolheu quando eu estava mal.&lt;br /&gt;O tumblr também faz isso, mas tá, não como você. Você me instigou até as últimas letrinhas que saíam do&lt;br /&gt;meu ser, no tumblr eu me tornei meio preguiçosa... E como a preguiça é minha companheira, acho que é&lt;br /&gt;por isso que te deixei aqui mofando.&lt;br /&gt;Desculpa, Blog. Pode deixar que vou postar um texto bem legal pra você em seguida.&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo. haha &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;s2&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-2239974710573376842?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/2239974710573376842/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2011/07/heey-blog-quanto-tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/2239974710573376842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/2239974710573376842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2011/07/heey-blog-quanto-tempo.html' title='Heey blog, quanto tempo!'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-3440245260431517185</id><published>2011-04-18T19:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T19:52:53.248-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto'/><title type='text'>Detalhes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D7MEMVWktDI/Tay_HxQxiCI/AAAAAAAAARM/2jZWQyUrNTU/s1600/tumblr_lcs0olYpmI1qeiubdo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D7MEMVWktDI/Tay_HxQxiCI/AAAAAAAAARM/2jZWQyUrNTU/s320/tumblr_lcs0olYpmI1qeiubdo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;" ﻿E seus olhos me fitavam de forma intensa, de um jeito que via minha alma. Só ele conseguia me entender, de um jeito que nem eu mesma conhecia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;Ele era quieto, tímido, frio; mas não precisava de gestos, falava com os olhos. Seu sorriso era o mais perfeito que um dia eu pudera admirar e só sua presença me trazia felicidade.&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;Virei os olhos como que pra mostrar a falta de palavras, mas não por desinteresse; as palavras faltavam: os sentimentos pairavam no ar.&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;De repente um abraço forte e inesperado, um sussurro mal balbuciado &lt;em&gt;"eu te amo".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;Ali mesmo já poderia morrer feliz, mas aquele contexto me fez imortal e olhando em seus olhos ele sabia que seria eternamente sua. " &lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;p$1&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; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Valentina Le Dubois - Mais um de meus pseudônimos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-3440245260431517185?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/3440245260431517185/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2011/04/detalhes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/3440245260431517185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/3440245260431517185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2011/04/detalhes.html' title='Detalhes'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D7MEMVWktDI/Tay_HxQxiCI/AAAAAAAAARM/2jZWQyUrNTU/s72-c/tumblr_lcs0olYpmI1qeiubdo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-2015602243160505860</id><published>2011-04-17T18:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T18:11:46.355-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novidades'/><title type='text'>Quanto tempo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-__l-6rtEaxc/TatSAP-yg8I/AAAAAAAAARI/RxppNgLf61Q/s1600/Stay_in_my_dream_by_xKuerbisx.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-__l-6rtEaxc/TatSAP-yg8I/AAAAAAAAARI/RxppNgLf61Q/s320/Stay_in_my_dream_by_xKuerbisx.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Que saudades meus amores!&lt;br /&gt;To uns dois meses sem postar, mas tem explicação.&lt;br /&gt;Me mudei no dia 1º de fevereiro, daí acabei ficando sem internet, telefone e tal... Esse tempo todo!&lt;br /&gt;Imaginem o sofrimento, rs.&lt;br /&gt;Ando estudando bastante também, então rola aquela "falta de tempo" básica pra postar.&lt;br /&gt;Agora to com internet de novo, e vou tentar postar o máximo esse ano.&lt;br /&gt;Meu aniversário ta chegando também gente, dia 26 de Abril. Fortes emoções.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não vou postar nada demais, é só a explicação de sempre e dizer que tava morrendo de saudades.&lt;br /&gt;Andei lendo alguns blogs e tal hoje, lindoooos! &lt;br /&gt;Bom, fico por aqui!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Um grande beijo e um queijo!&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; s2&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/5042914111771579165-2015602243160505860?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/2015602243160505860/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2011/04/quanto-tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/2015602243160505860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/2015602243160505860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2011/04/quanto-tempo.html' title='Quanto tempo!'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-__l-6rtEaxc/TatSAP-yg8I/AAAAAAAAARI/RxppNgLf61Q/s72-c/Stay_in_my_dream_by_xKuerbisx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-2882176591208159752</id><published>2011-02-04T19:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T19:51:47.486-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'>Num penhasco.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs20/i/2007/231/4/b/cliff_by_freakme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" src="http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs20/i/2007/231/4/b/cliff_by_freakme.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A diferença voltou&lt;br /&gt;A indiferença voltou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É como se não pertencesse à aquele lugar&lt;br /&gt;É como se nada pudesse me completar&lt;br /&gt;E assim, perco o ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando crio coragem para pular deste &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;penhasco&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrir minhas asas e levantar vôo&lt;br /&gt;O medo me toma&lt;br /&gt;A insegurança volta à tona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu poderia pular assim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Mas algo me impede&lt;br /&gt;E quando sempre minha coragem é você&lt;br /&gt;Logo se tornas medo&lt;br /&gt;Não entendo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-2882176591208159752?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/2882176591208159752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2011/02/num-penhasco.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/2882176591208159752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/2882176591208159752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2011/02/num-penhasco.html' title='Num penhasco.'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-25572829565513226</id><published>2011-02-01T20:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T20:43:25.891-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fragmentos'/><title type='text'>Ela</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/128/2/7/her_new_name__by_m0thyyku.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/128/2/7/her_new_name__by_m0thyyku.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Ela acordou e sentiu-se num desespero enorme. Parecia que nada fazia sentido, por mais que ela pensasse e analisasse as diversas faces do que tanto queria enxergar.&lt;br /&gt;Abriu seu guarda-roupa, puxou uma mochila já antiga debaixo da cama, enfiou-lhe algumas roupas e foi pra rua. Ela não sabia se iria voltar, não sabia se queria mas simplesmente foi.&lt;br /&gt;Andou como que perdida por várias horas e encontrou um lugar calmo, onde não havia ninguém além dela mesma e seus fantasmas.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo com todo aquele jeito de não ligar para as coisas, aquele jeito forte que todos admiravam, a menina perfeita tinha lá suas fraquezas e chorou.&lt;br /&gt;Sua personalidade era tão forte que não se permitia chorar, até mesmo seu choro mostrava sua essência, escorriam apenas algumas lágrimas que molhavam sua regata e machucavam como se fossem ácidas.&lt;br /&gt;Ela estava confusa. Todo seu legado parecia perdido; mas bobagem.&lt;br /&gt;Ela sempre chamou atenção da forma mais discreta. Ela pensou que não conseguiria jamais entender o que estava acontecendo com ela, então enxugou as lágrimas, ajeitou sua roupa, pôs a mochila nas costas e voltou a fazer seu percusso: prometeu no meio do caminho jamais sofrer assim, tão calada, tão sem motivos de novo.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez ela tivesse seus motivos, mas jamais os assumiria pra si mesma. Mas seu jeito era esse e ponto.&lt;br /&gt;Durante o percurso, brincou de ver formas nas nuvens e deu um sorriso singelo ao pensar que estava sendo tola. Talvez estivesse.&lt;br /&gt;Ao ver um coração numa nuvem, que logo se partiu, quis voltar à aquele lugar calmo novamente.Enxergou literalmente o motivo de todo seu problema.&lt;br /&gt;Ela era forte como um touro, era ela mesma, era arrogante do jeito mais doce, ela era eu."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-25572829565513226?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/25572829565513226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2011/02/ela.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/25572829565513226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/25572829565513226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2011/02/ela.html' title='Ela'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-3597814372166151624</id><published>2011-02-01T15:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T15:30:31.063-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novidades'/><title type='text'>tudo novo, de novo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/028/6/9/new_life_by_meppol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/028/6/9/new_life_by_meppol.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E mais um ano letivo se inicia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A turma é completamente diferente, professores, alunos, sala; mas eu, continuo a mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por enquanto tudo é novo pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Começo como sempre, odiando tudo e todos, mas depois eu acabo me acostumando, convivendo e gostando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Acordei como sempre: atrasada, correndo pro banho, escovando os dentes, botando a roupa, me maquiando, perfumando, tomando café, ajeitando os cabelos, fazendo tudo isso ao mesmo tempo e quando eu me dou conta, estou pronta para o colégio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O prazer é pouquíssimo nos primeiros dias, mas depois, sempre melhora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A motivação ainda não apareceu. O meu eu antisocial ainda tá aqui, lutando pra permanecer mas sei que é temporário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Durante a semana, vou postando o que eu acho a respeito. Vocês vão ver como a opinião muda. De "ah eu odeio" para "como eu fui tola e não aproveitei desde o início, estou amando!". hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O texto é só pra contar a novidade. Volta as aulas, lá vamos nós! (again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fico por aqui. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Beijos com queijos&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; :&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-3597814372166151624?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/3597814372166151624/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2011/02/tudo-novo-de-novo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/3597814372166151624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/3597814372166151624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2011/02/tudo-novo-de-novo.html' title='tudo novo, de novo.'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-8080268569452387650</id><published>2011-01-20T15:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T15:59:18.782-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trecho de música'/><title type='text'>Só por uma noite - Charlie Brown Jr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/265/6/7/i_ll_never_forget_you_by_xeroulas-d2z97ge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/265/6/7/i_ll_never_forget_you_by_xeroulas-d2z97ge.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"... Eu procurei em outros corpos encontrar você&lt;br /&gt;Eu procurei um bom motivo pra não, pra não falar&lt;br /&gt;Procurei me manter afastado&lt;br /&gt;Mas você me conhece eu faço tudo errado, tudo errado&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fim de semana, sei lá vou viajar&lt;br /&gt;Vou me embalar, vou dar uma festa&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou tocar um puteiro&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou te esquecer, nem que for..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Só por uma noite... ♫ "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-8080268569452387650?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/8080268569452387650/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-por-uma-noite-charlie-brown-jr.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/8080268569452387650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/8080268569452387650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-por-uma-noite-charlie-brown-jr.html' title='Só por uma noite - Charlie Brown Jr.'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-863388466547719070</id><published>2011-01-17T18:30:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T18:38:24.139-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='título/foto auto-explicativo[a]'/><title type='text'>O maior de todos os problemas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/320/2/0/20bc4ef49208ec692d29b7108048ec98-d32z375.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/320/2/0/20bc4ef49208ec692d29b7108048ec98-d32z375.jpg" width="311" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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; "Ela: Shh... pare de bater tão rápido, pequeno coração! &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; Ele: Hãm?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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; você pode fechar seus olhos&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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; para coisas que você não quer ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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; mas não pode fechar seu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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; para coisas que não quer sentir &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-863388466547719070?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/863388466547719070/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-maior-de-todos-os-problemas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/863388466547719070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/863388466547719070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-maior-de-todos-os-problemas.html' title='O maior de todos os problemas.'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-2890517762201119445</id><published>2011-01-16T15:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T15:44:22.196-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fragmentos'/><title type='text'>Touch the Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/308/3/e/3e7aa6835d1f57511c6b8428f778f874-d3252rz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/308/3/e/3e7aa6835d1f57511c6b8428f778f874-d3252rz.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Tantas vezes eu caí e porque quis, porque não confiava no meu potencial. Mas agora é diferente, eu tenho tudo que sempre desejei e posso dizer que sim, sou feliz. E com tudo isso, toda essa força que vem de Deus e das pessoas que mais amo no mundo, eu sei que será fácil tocar o céu. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-2890517762201119445?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/2890517762201119445/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2011/01/touch-sky.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/2890517762201119445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/2890517762201119445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2011/01/touch-sky.html' title='Touch the Sky'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-2286717119924252686</id><published>2011-01-11T19:03:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T19:06:28.137-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto'/><title type='text'>Felicidade.</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://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/306/d/2/happyness_by_bl4ck_and_wh1te-d2tsu3y.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/306/d/2/happyness_by_bl4ck_and_wh1te-d2tsu3y.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se há alguém que&amp;nbsp; saiba bem sobre felicidade, este é alguém é: qualquer criança. Elas só precisam de um sorriso, de cócegas, de um barulhinho engraçado, de uma careta ou de qualquer coisa singela o suficiente para fazê-la rir.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto os adultos enfrentam o stress do dia-a-dia, problemas no trabalho, relacionamento e mais altos e baixos do que montanha russa para encontrar a tal da felicidade, as crianças estão lá, dando um baile neles e com tão pouco!&lt;br /&gt;O sorriso das crianças são sempre mais verdadeiros, afinal, elas não precisam sorrir para agradar ninguém e se não gostam, põem em cena algo que eu também adoro: a sinceridade!&lt;br /&gt;Sinceridade de criança é espetacular! E sabe, até hoje eu tenho sinceridade de criança... Minha sinceridade vem espontânea, como das pequenas criaturinhas que alegram a vida de qualquer um.&lt;br /&gt;Criança é tudo de bom! Bebês, nem se falam, certo? Estes sim conseguem derreter qualquer coração de gelo e são os que mais do que das crianças até se contentam com pouco para sorrir, fazerem rir e serem felizes!&lt;br /&gt;Mas e você, o que te faz feliz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha resposta: Minha família e meus amigos bem! &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Sugestão de tema para o post:&amp;nbsp; Lucio Barcellos (http://meadd.com/barcelloos) &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/5042914111771579165-2286717119924252686?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/2286717119924252686/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2011/01/felicidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/2286717119924252686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/2286717119924252686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2011/01/felicidade.html' title='Felicidade.'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-1031047427411128051</id><published>2011-01-03T22:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T22:24:58.525-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto'/><title type='text'>Pensando sobre tudo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs40/i/2009/009/7/2/Think_of_Me_by_cacaicaliz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs40/i/2009/009/7/2/Think_of_Me_by_cacaicaliz.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sabe, a saudade sempre foi minha companheira. Ela sempre me afastou das pessoas que eu mais amava, mas assim talvez eu aprendesse a ama-las mais.&lt;br /&gt;A distância, que é a melhor amiga da saudade, sempre estava ali ou mesmo que não estivesse me fazia não estar na presença daqueles que faziam minha vida mais feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre fui guerreira. Sempre lutei por aquilo que julgava justo, ou no caso de pessoas, lutava por quem me fazia feliz.&lt;br /&gt;E assim eu fui seguindo a minha estrada... Carregando a saudade na mochila.&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas sempre que me conhecem de cara me chamam de simpática. Se soubessem como eu acordo todo sábado de manhã de tanto estresse, talvez não diriam isso. Tudo é questão de convivência e com o tempo surge&amp;nbsp;a intimidade. Essa sim é uma droga!&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico pensando, imagina alguém me conhecer logo que acordo, pleno sábado de manhã? Com os cabelos emaranhados formando um black power e a boca travada, de cara negando um sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;Em geral, você vai me ver distribuindo sorrisos, nem que sejam "meia boca".&lt;br /&gt;Outra curiosidade é minha guerra contra meu cabelo. Eu sempre quero que ele pareça bonitinho e quando não está com prancha eu tento fazer coisas diferentes, tipo, trancinhas nagô. Por baixo dessa vontade de deixá-lo super liso, sem frizz nenhum, existe uma preguiça enorme de deixá-lo assim. Pouca gente sabe, mas por mim, eu já teria feito dreads há tempos!&lt;br /&gt;Tudo bem, que aí sim, com dreadlocks eu seria dedicada, mas né...&lt;br /&gt;As vezes me perguntam qual curso técnico faço na escola e respondo: "Informática". Mal sabem que eu já quis ser de tudo fugindo completamente dessa base, como policial, bombeira, DJ, fotógrafa... Principalmente os dois últimos que pode não ser profissão, mas por hobby eu com certeza vou entrar no ramo.&lt;br /&gt;A música sempre foi minha vida, fotografia uma paixão, então... virarão hobby!&lt;br /&gt;Pois bem, deixe-me lembrar de mais uma curiosidade sobre mim.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, manias todos tem. Seria chato eu contar todas as minhas. Mas uma que eu sempre cito é "dobrar a ponta da meia antes de calçar o tênis". É quase que um ritual, sabe? haha E desde pequena. Acho terrível.&lt;br /&gt;Bom, acho que chega de falar sobre mim. Mas é que, não tinha mais o que fazer como dá pra perceber :B&lt;br /&gt;Quis escrever e saiu isso.&lt;br /&gt;Contem nos comentários suas manias, seu jeito... &lt;br /&gt;Beijos e queijos para todos! :&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-1031047427411128051?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/1031047427411128051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2011/01/pensando-sobre-tudo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/1031047427411128051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/1031047427411128051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2011/01/pensando-sobre-tudo.html' title='Pensando sobre tudo!'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-5855666992298314854</id><published>2011-01-03T21:49:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T21:49:40.241-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='título/foto auto-explicativo[a]'/><title type='text'>Você só pode ver, tanto quanto você pensa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs10/i/2006/124/c/8/Think_by_Ilike_Pirates.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" n4="true" src="http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs10/i/2006/124/c/8/Think_by_Ilike_Pirates.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-5855666992298314854?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/5855666992298314854/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2011/01/voce-so-pode-ver-tanto-quanto-voce.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/5855666992298314854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/5855666992298314854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2011/01/voce-so-pode-ver-tanto-quanto-voce.html' title='Você só pode ver, tanto quanto você pensa!'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-1417393534738771434</id><published>2011-01-03T16:07:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T16:08:50.388-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto'/><title type='text'>E essa noite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/070/c/b/dream_by_NadyaBird.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" n4="true" src="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/070/c/b/dream_by_NadyaBird.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;... sonhei com você.&lt;br /&gt;Bem, sonhei com nós dois, sabe.&lt;br /&gt;E foi tão bom.&lt;br /&gt;Andávamos de mãos dadas num parque, onde olhos famintos nos cercavam. Eu estava com medo, mas seu toque me fazia mais forte para encarar aquilo. &lt;br /&gt;Os olhos estavam famintos e as línguas muito mais. Por onde pássavamos, os murmúrios começavam.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que ninguém acreditava que estávamos ali, juntos; assumindo, nem eu.&lt;br /&gt;E por não acreditar, era apenas um sonho. Talvez se eu acreditasse que ao menos por um minuto, por um dia, você pudesse ser meu, não precisaria de sonhos como este para me sentir com medo e ao mesmo tempo tão protegida por ter um anjo ao meu lado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-1417393534738771434?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/1417393534738771434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2011/01/e-essa-noite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/1417393534738771434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/1417393534738771434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2011/01/e-essa-noite.html' title='E essa noite...'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-602520189112904953</id><published>2010-12-30T23:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T23:35:16.886-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto'/><title type='text'>Fiction: Só seu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs46/f/2009/172/5/2/hug_by_Taroof.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs46/f/2009/172/5/2/hug_by_Taroof.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fazia muito tempo que não me encontrava com Carlos. Só nos falávamos por email,msn e raramente por telefone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A cada dia que passava eu sentia mais a sua falta, mas ele sempre foi um amigo distante, era seu jeito mas eu amava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Brevemente eu iria viajar, sairia do estado e ficaria fora por uns três meses. Decidimos marcar uma despedida, mas no dia eu só consegui quase perder meu voô, esperando que ele estivesse atrasado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Liguei para ele e acabamos brigando:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bruna: - Obrigada.&lt;br /&gt;Carlos: - Olha Bruna, me desculpa mesmo, você não sabe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bruna: - Tá tudo bem, obrigada. Eu quase perdi o voô, mas tudo bem.&lt;br /&gt;Carlos: - Me escuta Bruna, desculpa eu não quis...&lt;br /&gt;Bruna: - Carlos, eu disse quase, não cheguei a perder, mas vou embora com um sentimento que é &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;só seu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: decepção.&lt;br /&gt;Carlos: - Para Bruna, me escut...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Desliguei o telefone e fiquei em prantos. Não tínhamos brigado, mas eu estava cega de tanta decepção.&lt;br /&gt;Chegando no meu destino, logo que me acomodei no hotel, decidi checar meu email.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Havia vários emails de Carlos, mas não tive coragem de abrir. Eu sempre voltava atrás quando se tratava dele e dessa vez eu não iria perdoá-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O tempo foi passando, e quando a data de eu ir embora se aproximava recebi uma mensagem no celular, o que era raro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;* Bru, por favor, leia&amp;nbsp;ao menos o último email que enviei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Apaguei a mensagem com um certo rancor e não li seu último email, apaguei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Já chegando no aeroporto, retomei meu caminho como de costume (não era&amp;nbsp;a primeira vez que viajava) e segui cansada e com a lembrança do dia em que levei aquele bolo.&lt;br /&gt;Só conseguia pensar em Carlos, como sempre. Éramos amigos por vários anos, ele era o meu melhor amigo! Sempre fora frio com as pessoas e até mesmo comigo; tinha problemas em se expressar quando que positivamente, mas eu o amava com todas as minhas forças, como ele poderia ter me dado aquele bolo? Era minha despedida, eu esperava um mínimo de consideração.&lt;br /&gt;Andei pouco, já quase saindo do aeroporto, com a face fechada, cara de brava e de fato, talvez eu não me sentisse apenas decepcionada, mas também com raiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Logo, meu olhar cruzou-se com o de Carlos. Ele estava com uma placa enorme escrito: *Bruna, me perdoa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu só consegui sorrir. Meus olhos encheram-se de lágrimas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Daí então, fui a seu encontro, se estava decpcionada, chateada, com raiva, larguei minhas armas naquela hora, quando olhei em seus olhos e avistei em seus braços um lindíssimo buquê de rosas vermelhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Carlos: - É pra você Bruna, você me perdoa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bruna: - Mas é claro que perdoô!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Carlos: - Não só pelas rosas, né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bruna: sorri com a ironia e disse: - Não seu bobo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Carlos: me abraçou bem forte: - Que bom que você me perdoa! Fiquei desesperado, você não lia meus emails, não retornava minhas ligações... Pensei que fosse perdê-la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bruna: - Perdê-la?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Carlos: - É dona Bruna, você não deixou que eu me explicasse, mas no dia em que viajou eu tinha planejado algo que fosse digno para que você lembrasse&amp;nbsp;de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bruna: - Hãm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Carlos: - Pois é, no dia em que você foi, a joalheria não entregou o anel que encomendei para você; eu iria pedi-la em namoro, pois andei pensando e você é a mulher da minha vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bruna: ainda sem entender - Ma-ma-mas... Carlos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Carlos: - Sim Bruna, é isto mesmo, você quer namorar comigo? Você não deixou eu terminar, mas você&amp;nbsp;também estava&amp;nbsp;levando um sentimento meu que era &lt;strong&gt;só seu&lt;/strong&gt;: o meu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Após essa frase, eu me senti mal e muitíssimo bem. Ele usou a frase que disse para deixá-lo mal para me fazer a pessoa mais feliz do mundo. Senti coisas que nunca antes havia sentido.&amp;nbsp;Sem hesitar, respondi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bruna: - Sim, você&amp;nbsp;também sempre&amp;nbsp;teve o&amp;nbsp;meu amor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nos beijamos e hoje&amp;nbsp;8 anos depois, ainda estamos juntos, mas&amp;nbsp;casados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Até hoje, não me esqueço de cada detalhe de nossa história, e a cada casal como nós, eu apoio para que possam ser tão felizes como hoje eu e Carlos somos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Se você ama de verdade, não se omita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-602520189112904953?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/602520189112904953/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/12/fiction-so-seu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/602520189112904953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/602520189112904953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/12/fiction-so-seu.html' title='Fiction: Só seu.'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-2410982426832902064</id><published>2010-12-24T18:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T18:12:01.541-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fragmentos'/><title type='text'>need you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/286/c/5/i_need_you_by_spongysponge-d30ogqr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/286/c/5/i_need_you_by_spongysponge-d30ogqr.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu preciso de você. Eu preciso que você entenda que apesar de qualquer coisa, independente de qualquer coisa, meu coração é seu.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei, que muitas das vezes eu sou grosso, não consigo demonstrar por mísero gesto que seja o quanto eu te amo, mas toda a verdade é que eu não vivo sem você.&lt;br /&gt;Se você soubesse o quanto eu te amo, o quanto eu fico feliz ao ver que você se importa comigo e luta pra ficar do meu lado quando ninguém consegue ao menos suportar minha presença. Se você imaginasse a minha dor quando você se vai e que é em você que eu penso todos as noites antes de dormir e que quando acordo imagino&amp;nbsp;seus olhos a zelar por mim. Tente imaginar o quanto isso me deixa feliz e tão seguro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Por você eu sou capaz de tudo. Por você eu dou a minha vida. Só queria que você soubesse que por cima daquilo que você acha que sou, ignorante, turrão, insensível, existe um sentimento que é só seu: meu mais puro e verdadeiro amor. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fragmentos das histórias no caderno da Flor de Liz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-2410982426832902064?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/2410982426832902064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/12/need-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/2410982426832902064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/2410982426832902064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/12/need-you.html' title='need you.'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-1910245297392078199</id><published>2010-12-15T17:51:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T22:11:12.052-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novidades'/><title type='text'>Campanha Você Noel 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Todos os anos milhares de crianças enviam várias cartinhas para o Papai Noel, mas nem sempre são atendidas. Pensando nisso, há 20 anos os Correios vem fazendo a campanha “Natal Solidário – Papai Noel dos correios”, em que as cartas com destino ao bom velhinho podem ser “adotadas” por &lt;u&gt;você&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Neste ano de 2010, Muitos blogueiros resolveram apoiar a campanha dos Correios. Com isso, foi criado o site Você Noel, que terá um álbum com as fotos dos leitores que resolverem adotar uma cartinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A participação é bem simples:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;1 – Vá até a agência dos correios e adote uma cartinha;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;2 – Compre o presente e tire uma foto sua segurando o presente;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;3 – Volte a agência dos correios e entregue o presente;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;4 – Envie sua foto com o presente para o email &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:VOCENOEL@GMAIL.COM"&gt;VOCENOEL@GMAIL.COM&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sua foto será incluida no albúm VOCÊ NOEL 2010 no site VOCÊ NOEL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GWbbKHXa7IQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GWbbKHXa7IQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pedregulhos.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;http://www.pedregulhos.net/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Já estou tomando minhas providências. Eu, sozinha, não vou poder fazer muita coisa, então já estou divulgando com os amigos para montar um&lt;u&gt; grupo&lt;/u&gt; que vai poder "adotar" quem sabe até mais de uma cartinha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Vamos lá leitores, vamos ajudar essas crianças! Deus nos dará em troca muito mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Beijos com queijos para todos! :&lt;span style="color: red;"&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/5042914111771579165-1910245297392078199?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/1910245297392078199/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/12/campanha-voce-noel-2010.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/1910245297392078199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/1910245297392078199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/12/campanha-voce-noel-2010.html' title='Campanha Você Noel 2010'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-3066046292818722280</id><published>2010-12-11T23:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T23:51:27.948-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alegria alegria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novidades'/><title type='text'>Novidades, saudades, novas cidades, intensidade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Oi meus amores! Quanto tempo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Abaixo um textinho rápido, simples e beeeeem meloso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;A novidade é que enfim as aulas acabaram. Tudo que estava pendente foi "pago" e assim eu me libertei de grandes fardos. Como tudo tem a parte boa e ruim, a ruim é que já sinto saudades dos meus amigos :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Mas a outra boa notícia do lado ruim é que ano que vem tem muiiito mais né? Sem tristeza! Tristeza é o que não preciso agora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Após o Natal, quem sabe eu vá para outra cidade, e vou esperar 2011 na maior intensidade porque ele promete!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Se 2010 foi de verdade 10, 2011 vai ser 11 e por aí vai! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Tudo dando certo, cabeça erguida, pronta pro que der e vier! \o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Talvez, mate as saudades dos amigos de muiiiiito tempo na semana que vem *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Ai,ai,ai, é muita felicidade pra um post só! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Mais novidades, atualizarei mais pra frente, fico por aqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Um super beijo com queijo pra todos vocês! :&lt;span style="color: red;"&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/5042914111771579165-3066046292818722280?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/3066046292818722280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/12/novidades-saudades-novas-cidades.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/3066046292818722280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/3066046292818722280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/12/novidades-saudades-novas-cidades.html' title='Novidades, saudades, novas cidades, intensidade...'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-2448839067167048015</id><published>2010-12-11T23:30:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T23:34:22.252-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'>Com você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs49/f/2009/207/4/d/couple_by_rrrrichie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs49/f/2009/207/4/d/couple_by_rrrrichie.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Porque quando estou &lt;strong&gt;com você&lt;/strong&gt; eu me sinto forte o bastante para enfrentar qualquer problema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Adoro seus olhos, complexos, profundos, que me levam a ter uma forte atração por decifrar-te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Ao teu lado, meu sorriso brota involuntariamente, é incontrolável e só contigo tais coisas acontecem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;As palavras não parecem fazer nenhum sentido, mas como todos os sentimentos são assim, não me cobro tanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Talvez não seja o melhor texto da minha vida, e com certeza não é, mas é o suficiente para dizer &lt;em&gt;eu te amo&lt;/em&gt; e que quem me faz feliz é &lt;u&gt;você&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-2448839067167048015?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/2448839067167048015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/12/com-voce.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/2448839067167048015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/2448839067167048015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/12/com-voce.html' title='Com você'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-1743318443816988227</id><published>2010-11-29T21:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T21:58:13.721-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desabafo'/><title type='text'>Certas coisas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs9/i/2006/062/0/d/Girl__Girl__Girl_by_xxBambixx.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs9/i/2006/062/0/d/Girl__Girl__Girl_by_xxBambixx.jpg" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;... parecem tão injustas, mas ao mesmo tempo, nos trazem a reflexão sobre um tudo e além delas um aprendizado enorme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Há mais de um ano que me pergunto todos os dias o porquê de tantas coisas que passei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Todas as pessoas que conheci e que a partir de então passaram a cuidar de mim com um carinho inestimável, me fizeram não desistir da minha luta diária contra "the invisible monster" e principalmente contra eu mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Tudo de repente começou a melhorar de uma forma que nem eu acreditava,"the invisible monster" decidiu revelar-se um pouco mais e eu fui caminhando cada vez mais próxima da felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ontem eu chorava, achando que era o fim do mundo fazer tratamentos com muitos remédios, ter engordado 15 kg, ter ficado com problemas nos joelhos e não poder fazer dança, não poder andar sozinha entre mil e outras coisas, mas hoje eu agradeço a Deus por tudo que passei e agora estou de cabeça erguida lutando contra, pois foi assim que eu conquistei tudo que tenho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Meus amigos eu só tenho a agradecer, por tudo. São heróis e heroínas que estavam ali comigo, sofrendo junto e acima de tudo me dando forças para continuar. E digo mais: que sem eles eu talvez não estivesse aqui hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Se ontem chorei de tristeza por tantas coisas ruins, hoje choro de emoção; alegria, por estar cada vez mais forte e ter aprendido uma lição enorme com tudo isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;As vezes a gente fraqueja, mas Deus está conosco e nos levanta, sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Agora, é cuidar-me mais, como eu tanto precisava! Só quero ser feliz, com quem amo por perto, mais nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-1743318443816988227?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/1743318443816988227/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/11/certas-coisas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/1743318443816988227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/1743318443816988227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/11/certas-coisas.html' title='Certas coisas...'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-8676111888101031287</id><published>2010-11-26T16:53:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T17:02:45.821-02:00</updated><title type='text'>+ eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/photos/OgAAAOTakLan9IBvp7zRfRfwbafg3UNKU5-0RaAXbvidKV49aHn-aruizPxkQA0VmfFR8Kgb-KEv9au6xcyFdn4GqjcAm1T1UGK0TVAUagqyD8rbYVF7X00qppNC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/photos/OgAAAOTakLan9IBvp7zRfRfwbafg3UNKU5-0RaAXbvidKV49aHn-aruizPxkQA0VmfFR8Kgb-KEv9au6xcyFdn4GqjcAm1T1UGK0TVAUagqyD8rbYVF7X00qppNC.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Algumas pessoas me pediram um post sobre mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Eu acho&amp;nbsp;bem chato e tal, não é um assunto muito interessante, mas tudo bem.Atendo meus leitores sempre *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Então o Lucas fez meio que uma entrevista comigo, vejam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucas:&lt;/strong&gt; Então, como devemos chama-la? Flor, Bah, Vanessa... Como prefere ser chamada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu:&lt;/strong&gt; Não importa. O que você preferir. Eu costumo brincar dizendo que Flor é meu lado romântico, fofinho e educado;&amp;nbsp;a Bah é desordeira, rebelde, irreverente&amp;nbsp;e a Vanessa é como devo me portar diante a sociedade, que é responsável, formal e tal, só que bem humorada. Gosto de todas as formas como me chamam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucas:&lt;/strong&gt; Qual seu tipo de música preferida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu:&lt;/strong&gt; Depende do dia, em geral rock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucas:&lt;/strong&gt; Escuta mais músicas nacionais ou internacionais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu:&lt;/strong&gt; Internacionais,&amp;nbsp; apesar de gostar de muiiiiitas bandas nacionais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucas:&lt;/strong&gt; Cite uma banda nacional ou cantor de rock que você gosta muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu:&lt;/strong&gt; Ah, que pecado! Eu curto várias como tinha dito. Mas as letras da Pitty, dos Detonautas e CPM22, eu adoro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucas:&lt;/strong&gt; Você já usou alguma música como trilha sonora de um momento especial?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu:&lt;/strong&gt; Com certeza sim, mas não vou lembrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucas:&lt;/strong&gt; Não vai lembrar ou tem vergonha de abrir o jogo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu:&lt;/strong&gt; Um pouco dos dois...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucas:&lt;/strong&gt; Mudando completamente de assunto, você disse que muitos meninos cuidam de você na escola, e que prefere andar com meninos do que com meninas, por que?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu:&lt;/strong&gt; Porque são mais sinceros e é mais divertido também. Sem contar que aprendo várias coisas sobre os meninos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucas:&lt;/strong&gt; E na escola, não tem amigas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu:&lt;/strong&gt; Tenho, claro! Só que poucas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucas:&lt;/strong&gt; E falando em escola, qual sua melhor e qual a pior matéria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu:&lt;/strong&gt; Pior matéria Matemática e melhor matéria Sociologia. Só me dou bem com as letras, os números me odeiam e assim temos um sentimento mútuo, rs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucas:&lt;/strong&gt; No seu blog, você vive escrevendo sobre saudades. E escreve sobre alguém especial. Você pode revelar quem é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu:&lt;/strong&gt; Aaaaaaah, não. Eu sinto muitas saudades dos meus amigos e tem vários,oras. São todos especiais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucas:&lt;/strong&gt; Levei uma volta! :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu:&lt;/strong&gt; De forma alguma &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucas:&lt;/strong&gt; Uma pergunta para o interrogatorio, o que todo mundo deve se perguntar: e o coração da Flor, tem dono?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu:&lt;/strong&gt; Tem sim :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucas:&lt;/strong&gt; Oooooooh. Então é pra ele todo o amor da Flor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu:&lt;/strong&gt; É sim :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucas:&lt;/strong&gt; Sortudo! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu:&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucas:&lt;/strong&gt; E pra terminar, uma mania sua ou mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu:&lt;/strong&gt; Tenho várias. Arrumar a sobrancelha desarrumada das pessoas, uma que minha mãe reclama muito é chegar em casa, abrir a porta com a chave dela e jogar em qualquer lugar e ficar procurando depois porque sempre coloco em um lugar que esqueço, dobrar a ponta da meia antes de calçar o tênis, entre mil outras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucas:&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha muito bom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;E é isso aê. Minha entrevista gigante com o Lucas, que é leitor do Flor de Liz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Um beijo e um queijo pra todos :&lt;span style="color: red;"&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/5042914111771579165-8676111888101031287?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/8676111888101031287/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/11/eu.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/8676111888101031287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/8676111888101031287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/11/eu.html' title='+ eu'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-3138792679685045536</id><published>2010-11-18T18:33:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T18:34:38.882-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alegria alegria'/><title type='text'>UAU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quanto tempo blog, quanto tempo leitores! Imaginem só as saudades que sinto! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Mas agora tô de volta. Meu pc tava ruim :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Mas não colocarei isso como desculpa porque eu provavelmente estaria sem tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Estou estudando muiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiito! Muiiiiiiiiiiito mesmo e semana que vem começam as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;provas finais... daí, ja viu né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;As novidades são que tô melhor de saúde, descobri um pouco mais (quase nada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;sobre "the invisible monster" e tal... E tô me cuidando tomando vários remédios, mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;tirando de letra xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;A escola tá a loucura de sempre, mas os amigos vão fazendo tudo valer a pena e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;tô feliz, mais feliz que nunca! *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Como sempre, tá tudo de cabeça pra baixo, mas minha vida é sempre assim então eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;me acostumei a viver assim, né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Correria, saudades e nessas férias o que quero é cuidar de mim! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Bom, fico por aqui porque logo mais vou trabalhar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Um beijo e um queijo pra todo mundo! &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/TOWNR0_1-PI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/gZzLvy3JpiE/s1600/OAAAAOLbQ1hcFQPdqF1mVJsgqUL67bDRRzasLlsImj4-x11F8XjDOCRjnqc_EwbRto9JY2-tgmqTj6uKeNSuT38OdyMAm1T1UPAkr8WY5UV_jQnpUbWuqn6b2hOX%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/TOWNR0_1-PI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/gZzLvy3JpiE/s200/OAAAAOLbQ1hcFQPdqF1mVJsgqUL67bDRRzasLlsImj4-x11F8XjDOCRjnqc_EwbRto9JY2-tgmqTj6uKeNSuT38OdyMAm1T1UPAkr8WY5UV_jQnpUbWuqn6b2hOX%255B1%255D.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;(Flor de Liz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-3138792679685045536?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/3138792679685045536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/11/uau.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/3138792679685045536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/3138792679685045536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/11/uau.html' title='UAU!'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/TOWNR0_1-PI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/gZzLvy3JpiE/s72-c/OAAAAOLbQ1hcFQPdqF1mVJsgqUL67bDRRzasLlsImj4-x11F8XjDOCRjnqc_EwbRto9JY2-tgmqTj6uKeNSuT38OdyMAm1T1UPAkr8WY5UV_jQnpUbWuqn6b2hOX%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-2064525479815985974</id><published>2010-06-30T10:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T10:53:40.155-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'>Eu não confio mais em você!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/TCtJBWXt8_I/AAAAAAAAAPs/sEc4uSrf8uQ/s1600/Trust__by_Iamtheblacksheep.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/TCtJBWXt8_I/AAAAAAAAAPs/sEc4uSrf8uQ/s320/Trust__by_Iamtheblacksheep.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu posso perdoar, não conviver, não confiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu posso dizer "ainda te amo" e não sentir nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu posso ser mais falsa do que foram comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu posso quando quiser, acabar contigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas eu não sou assim, traiçoeira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu não consigo magoar quem eu amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Se eu não confiar, não sou confiável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Esse é meu jeito, irrevogável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu não confio mais em ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Pode chorar, pode sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Não consigo mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu prometi que jamais voltaria atras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Muito menos por você, que eu dei a mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Quis o braço, não soube aproveitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ao menos ser decente, deprimente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Quem sabe um dia você possa merecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Comigo novamente conviver... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas hoje não, já me cansei de tanto sofrer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-2064525479815985974?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/2064525479815985974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/06/eu-nao-confio-mais-em-voce.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/2064525479815985974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/2064525479815985974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/06/eu-nao-confio-mais-em-voce.html' title='Eu não confio mais em você!'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/TCtJBWXt8_I/AAAAAAAAAPs/sEc4uSrf8uQ/s72-c/Trust__by_Iamtheblacksheep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-3963213287143151620</id><published>2010-06-25T18:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T18:10:03.939-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto'/><title type='text'>Bullying-mia, uma nova doença, na cabeça de quem a transmite!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"Eles só querem te destruir. Eles vão parecer maiores, mais bonitos, melhores, mas não são. Talvez eles&lt;b&gt; nunca&lt;/b&gt; sejam tudo isso, é puro fruto da sua&lt;i&gt; imaginação&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Todos os dias, todas as horas, eles vão &lt;i&gt;ridicularizar você&lt;/i&gt; mas olhe bem, tantas &lt;i&gt;piadas ruins&lt;/i&gt;, tanta "&lt;i&gt;macaquisse&lt;/i&gt;" que os &lt;i&gt;ridículos são eles&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Muitas &lt;i&gt;brincadeiras bobas&lt;/i&gt; no meio de &lt;i&gt;alguns inteligentes&lt;/i&gt; que nem acham graça naquilo mas &lt;i&gt;sorriem para as câmeras&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seja forte!&lt;/b&gt; Eles podem roubar &lt;i&gt;suas energias, seus pertences, sua vontade de viver&lt;/i&gt;, mas &lt;b&gt;jamais tomarão&lt;/b&gt; sua &lt;i&gt;essência&lt;/i&gt;, a tua&lt;i&gt; verdade&lt;/i&gt; e &lt;i&gt;serenidade&lt;/i&gt; que é o que eles tanto querem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu confio em ti, sei que você irá superar tudo isso porque no final&lt;i&gt; "o (a) maior e o (a) melhor" é você&lt;/i&gt;! (sempre foi)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;With Love&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/TCUbG1EK_kI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ouYaLAnL4-M/s1600/Bullying__by_Tiff_the_veggie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/TCUbG1EK_kI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ouYaLAnL4-M/s320/Bullying__by_Tiff_the_veggie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/5042914111771579165-3963213287143151620?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/3963213287143151620/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/06/bullying-mia-uma-nova-doenca-na-cabeca.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/3963213287143151620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/3963213287143151620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/06/bullying-mia-uma-nova-doenca-na-cabeca.html' title='Bullying-mia, uma nova doença, na cabeça de quem a transmite!'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/TCUbG1EK_kI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ouYaLAnL4-M/s72-c/Bullying__by_Tiff_the_veggie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-2706211968401566603</id><published>2010-06-25T17:58:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T18:09:24.330-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudação'/><title type='text'>Oi meus amores! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tudo bem com vocês? (espero que sim!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hoje irei postar um texto que falará sobre "Bullying" e é um incentivo para quem passa por isso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando eu estava na 1ª série, havia acabado de ir para uma escola melhor, passei por isso e sofria muito. No meu caso, era mais uma discriminação pela minha classe social... (até a professora estava na "onda")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Foi uma experiência terrível e eu sofri muito, mas prometia todos os dias que iria levantar a cabeça e superar tudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dito e feito, eu superei e até hoje nunca mais passei por isso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Espero que vocês gostem do texto, se identifiquem e possam tirar proveito dele! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bom, por aqui me despeço, um excelente fds para todos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um beijo e um queijo =&lt;span style="color: red;"&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/5042914111771579165-2706211968401566603?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/2706211968401566603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/06/oi-meus-amores-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/2706211968401566603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/2706211968401566603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/06/oi-meus-amores-d.html' title='Oi meus amores! :D'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-3474207923173145069</id><published>2010-06-10T22:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T22:42:22.872-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falta de tempo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='título/foto auto-explicativo[a]'/><title type='text'>Agradecimento aos leitores! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Gente, não morri!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Infelizmente não terei tempo de comentar de volta nos blogs...(&lt;i&gt;pelo menos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;não hoje, peço desculpas&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Este post é para agradecer a todos os leitores dos últimos posts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Abaixo seus&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; nicknames&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tayná,NetoO,Anna Paula Bloise,Karina de Lima,Tayná,Rê,Bruno Cassiano,Luck,Pedro,Italo Antony,Link,Monique Monstans&amp;amp;Suzy Mendes,Monique Premazzi,Chris e Fernando Madeira&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&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/_lSe3K3Ubag0/TBGQDYQYddI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ZB-_ai3cFlk/s1600/de_volta_aos_sorrisos_by_ezkizu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/TBGQDYQYddI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ZB-_ai3cFlk/s200/de_volta_aos_sorrisos_by_ezkizu.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E é isso aí, agradecimentos rápidos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Assim que der, volto nos blogs maravilhosos de vocês!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Beijos e queijos :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-3474207923173145069?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/3474207923173145069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/06/agradecimento-aos-leitores-d.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/3474207923173145069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/3474207923173145069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/06/agradecimento-aos-leitores-d.html' title='Agradecimento aos leitores! :D'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/TBGQDYQYddI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ZB-_ai3cFlk/s72-c/de_volta_aos_sorrisos_by_ezkizu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-1869048109731574804</id><published>2010-04-27T21:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T21:56:08.206-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falta de tempo'/><title type='text'>Ansiedade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S9eBpM7yq1I/AAAAAAAAAO8/NU7nz6wB-4A/s1600/Anxiety__by_xXx_Mamzelle_Kay_xXx.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S9eBpM7yq1I/AAAAAAAAAO8/NU7nz6wB-4A/s200/Anxiety__by_xXx_Mamzelle_Kay_xXx.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Oiii leitores!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Quanto tempo! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Aliás, pouco tempo, por isso andei sem postar, hihi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje estou MUITO ansiosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Amanhã é o último dia de inscrição para entrar na Galera Capricho e eu me inscrevi :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Fui afobada, porque desde que terminaram as inscrições do ano passado (que não participei) eu estava ansiosíssima, então assim que abriram as pra Galera 2010/2011 eu corri e me inscrevi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Não acho que tenha conseguido mostrar o meu melhor, mas, espero que dê tudo certo e se eu não conseguir esse ano tentarei até conseguir! (Mas que fique claro que quanto antes melhor,né? hihi...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Bom, não estou ansiosa só com o resultado da Galera não...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S9eBoMp4eaI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wKcMfs8FaKg/s1600/anxiety_by_missbecca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S9eBoMp4eaI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wKcMfs8FaKg/s320/anxiety_by_missbecca.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Estou ansiosa com o resultado das provas do colégio. (as que fiz e as que ainda farei essa semana como 2ª chamada)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Bom, os leitores antigos sabem do meu problema de saúde, mas para os novos, explicarei.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Há oito meses eu comecei a ter crises de ausência (desmaios), fiz milhões de exames e ninguém descobriu o que eu tinha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Disseram que estava com ansiedade excessiva (êê lerê), depressão e síndrome do pânico. Antes desses tais "oito meses", minha vida era um "caos", e depois dele, piorou, ficou do avesso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;(Já pediram, mas ainda não tive tempo de fazer um post com tantos blablabla's assim e tal, um dia conto tudo 100%) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Enfim, cá estou, ainda na batalha dos mil exames (e mts virão ainda...em busca de "the invisible monster", apelido carinhoso que arrumei, ownt..), prestes a surtar &lt;strike&gt;mais ainda&lt;/strike&gt; por causa das provas escolares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Como fazer uma prova se você nunca assistiu uma aula? E pior, se você nunca estudou aquela matéria?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Pois éééé... minha situação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Tô em crise gente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Não há lugar que me conforte mais que o blog, eu precisava vir postar! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Estou com mega saudades de vir postar meus textinhos rápidos, músicas e etc... E prometo que tentarei postar nesse fds!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Bom, é isso, fico por aqui depois desse &lt;b&gt;TEXTÃO&lt;/b&gt;! Qualquer notícia eu venho aqui contar, vai que me ligam dizendo que fui escolhida pra Galera? *-*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;(Mas ainda vai demorar, resultado total mesmo só em Julho se não me engano.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Um beijo e um queijo pra vocês amores! &lt;span style="color: red;"&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/5042914111771579165-1869048109731574804?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/1869048109731574804/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/04/ansiedade.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/1869048109731574804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/1869048109731574804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/04/ansiedade.html' title='Ansiedade.'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S9eBpM7yq1I/AAAAAAAAAO8/NU7nz6wB-4A/s72-c/Anxiety__by_xXx_Mamzelle_Kay_xXx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-1635891380562157355</id><published>2010-04-07T22:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T22:49:22.797-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'>A deusa Sonho e o Pesadelo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S70vdDFRKKI/AAAAAAAAANk/APx24k5o63M/s1600/Dream_and_Nightmare_by_suetlilanglz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S70vdDFRKKI/AAAAAAAAANk/APx24k5o63M/s320/Dream_and_Nightmare_by_suetlilanglz.jpg" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quem diria que um dia isso aconteceria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;A Deusa Sonho, linda, graciosa, delicada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Roupas elegantes, sorriso perfeito e nenhum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;desmazelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Se apaixonaria pelo Lord Pesadelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;As criaturas mágicas não queriam acreditar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Como ela poderia estar apaixonada por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;algo tão macabro e diabólico se ela era a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;cura para esse mal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;A cada dia, Sonho se apaixonava mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;E sustentava com todas as suas forças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Essa paixão impossível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Eles nunca permaneciam juntos no mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ambos criados com o único objetivo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Destruir o 'trabalho' do outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Destruir o outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;E ninguém entende até hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Como isso foi acontecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Sonho, observa Pesadelo tão distante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;E seu amor completa o caminho até ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ele de fato jamais mudará&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;E Sonho, mesmo se quisesse não faria mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;nem à criatura mais repugnante existente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Como eles irão sustentar tudo isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;É a maior das provas que o amor é inexplicavel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;E independente das diferenças, vale a pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Lutar para conquista-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-1635891380562157355?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/1635891380562157355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/04/deusa-sonho-e-o-pesadelo.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/1635891380562157355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/1635891380562157355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/04/deusa-sonho-e-o-pesadelo.html' title='A deusa Sonho e o Pesadelo.'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S70vdDFRKKI/AAAAAAAAANk/APx24k5o63M/s72-c/Dream_and_Nightmare_by_suetlilanglz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-4240041092886480843</id><published>2010-04-02T16:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T16:48:04.169-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'>Passaros,estrelas e sonhos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Os pássaros voam alto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S7ZHXKc3LQI/AAAAAAAAANU/DVsME_uGj8c/s1600/7f6845231fcdb5edfb532caa1daf9abb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S7ZHXKc3LQI/AAAAAAAAANU/DVsME_uGj8c/s200/7f6845231fcdb5edfb532caa1daf9abb.jpg" width="103" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fogem da civilização&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Gostam de andar em bandos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Desconhecem a solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quisera eu ser um deles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E voar para longe daqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Onde será que eles vão parar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O quão alto eles vão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tocam o céu, brincam com as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;borboletas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quisera eu ser um deles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Para falar com as estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Aqueles pontos brilhantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fantásticos, esplêndidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Incandescentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Que ficam tão distantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E escutam por diversas noites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;os devaneios, o clamor de tanta gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Inclusive os meus.&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/5042914111771579165-4240041092886480843?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/4240041092886480843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/04/passarosestrelas-e-sonhos.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/4240041092886480843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/4240041092886480843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/04/passarosestrelas-e-sonhos.html' title='Passaros,estrelas e sonhos.'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S7ZHXKc3LQI/AAAAAAAAANU/DVsME_uGj8c/s72-c/7f6845231fcdb5edfb532caa1daf9abb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-2413363999189584169</id><published>2010-03-31T22:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T22:08:51.080-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'>Você me transmite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S7PvFu3UiaI/AAAAAAAAANM/pnr8qaNRkqw/s1600/Hybrid_by_frubafreak17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S7PvFu3UiaI/AAAAAAAAANM/pnr8qaNRkqw/s320/Hybrid_by_frubafreak17.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;... tranquilidade, leveza, paz e amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Em você encontro minha serenidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando estou a seu lado, tudo é mágico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Quando estou com você, me sinto segura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Sua presença é como música...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Assim como os sons&amp;nbsp;delicados do piano, me acalma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Preciso de você, do teu abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Com você, sou imortal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-2413363999189584169?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/2413363999189584169/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/03/voce-me-transmite.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/2413363999189584169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/2413363999189584169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/03/voce-me-transmite.html' title='Você me transmite...'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S7PvFu3UiaI/AAAAAAAAANM/pnr8qaNRkqw/s72-c/Hybrid_by_frubafreak17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-2773180811188847297</id><published>2010-03-31T21:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T21:18:36.359-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falta de tempo'/><title type='text'>Explicações.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sinto saudades de vir aqui postar sem ser correndo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Sinto saudades de quando eu visitava blogs incríveis, sem pressa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Nos últimos seis meses tudo mudou na minha vida com a chegada de "the invisible monster".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S7Pl78BPVWI/AAAAAAAAAM0/4mvdJutBGPI/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S7Pl78BPVWI/AAAAAAAAAM0/4mvdJutBGPI/s200/11.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Há seis meses venho tendo desmaios do nada. Fui a médicos diferentes, fiz mil exames diferentes, mil exames iguais e em nenhum deles acusou nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Seis meses sem ter uma vida normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Vivendo para exames, escola e trabalho direto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Não saio mais sozinha, não saio mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Perdi a vontade de ficar na internet quando tenho tempo e por isso faz um tempo que não venho postar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Peço desculpas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A cada dia eu busco forças para poder dar a volta por cima, mas acho que pelo menos por enquanto, continuarei ausente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Não só no blog, como em qualquer coisa na minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Parece que me fechei em um outro mundo, bem, é inexplicável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Assim que der, estarei aqui e "por aí", nos blogs que tanto amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Beijos e queijos. Boa noite :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-2773180811188847297?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/2773180811188847297/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/03/explicacoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/2773180811188847297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/2773180811188847297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/03/explicacoes.html' title='Explicações.'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S7Pl78BPVWI/AAAAAAAAAM0/4mvdJutBGPI/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-5187521642717437604</id><published>2010-03-23T08:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T08:05:30.979-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fragmentos'/><title type='text'>"Então você se fecha e se esconde do mundo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S6ieXhRubzI/AAAAAAAAAMs/C1pqm96DL3A/s1600-h/bubbles_by_GreenSnow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S6ieXhRubzI/AAAAAAAAAMs/C1pqm96DL3A/s400/bubbles_by_GreenSnow.jpg" vt="true" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;... para pensar em coisas inúteis (ou não).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Daí, se tranca no próprio mundo e se perde por lá. E você não liga, lá você está segura e ninguém vai te perturbar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Suas lembranças decidem aparecer na sua frente como um passe de mágica e seus sonhos fingem tornar-se realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;O que você precisa é apenas tempo, em um momento que é só seu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Pena que depois de um tempo, os pesadelos vencem os sonhos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Deve-se à baixa estima...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;E então, você vai de volta as lembranças que podem ser boas ou ruins e vê que de nada vale sonhar pois&amp;nbsp;se não viveu, não vai te confortar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Você começa a chorar, pensa que ninguém é bom o bastante pra ter sua amizade, ou pior, que você não é bom o bastante pra ter a amizade de ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Bom, hora de acordar dessas lembranças, sonhos e pesadelos, voltando ao mundo real, percebe-se que apenas os sonhos bons não permanecem por tanto tempo e logo se desmancham como as nuvens e/ou bolas de sabão...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-5187521642717437604?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/5187521642717437604/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/03/entao-voce-se-fecha-e-se-esconde-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/5187521642717437604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/5187521642717437604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/03/entao-voce-se-fecha-e-se-esconde-de.html' title='&quot;Então você se fecha e se esconde do mundo...'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S6ieXhRubzI/AAAAAAAAAMs/C1pqm96DL3A/s72-c/bubbles_by_GreenSnow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-7846815948288247404</id><published>2010-03-15T23:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T23:17:18.121-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fragmentos'/><title type='text'>Museu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S57odO8vbBI/AAAAAAAAAMk/JgwmuA3x1RI/s1600-h/bygone_by_Jahblessme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S57odO8vbBI/AAAAAAAAAMk/JgwmuA3x1RI/s320/bygone_by_Jahblessme.jpg" vt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;[...] "E nós não podemos fingir que nascemos hoje e dizer que o passado nunca existiu... Mas também não dá pra querer revivê-lo por melhor ou pior que tenha sido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Não precisamos do passado para sermos felizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Precisamos é da verdade unida à sinceridade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Apenas isso, não me parece difícil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;No futuro, tudo será passado e o que importa mesmo é o presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Você pode ser feliz assim e se não puder, volte às suas lembranças, só não tente revivê-las, pois relembrar não é viver LITERALMENTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Talvez um dia a gente cresça e entenda o porquê de um tudo. Agora já não me importa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Siga seu caminho e eu sigo meu, ontem eu te amei, hoje não sei o seu nome, amanhã você não significará nada."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fragmentos do Diário da Flor de Liz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-7846815948288247404?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/7846815948288247404/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/03/museu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/7846815948288247404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/7846815948288247404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/03/museu.html' title='Museu'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S57odO8vbBI/AAAAAAAAAMk/JgwmuA3x1RI/s72-c/bygone_by_Jahblessme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-4689968980190461238</id><published>2010-03-09T20:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T20:36:05.841-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alegria alegria'/><title type='text'>Tudo no lugar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S5bX9Zw9JXI/AAAAAAAAAMU/uCPVWn42Epc/s1600-h/OK_by_AndSheWasGone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S5bX9Zw9JXI/AAAAAAAAAMU/uCPVWn42Epc/s320/OK_by_AndSheWasGone.jpg" vt="true" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Tô falando do Freinet, oras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Eu enfim encontrei um lugar onde me sinto acolhida, bem, feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Hoje foi um dia difícil. Acabei pela milésima vez passando mal, desmaiando... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;E a preocupação foi enorme. Não uma simples preocupação, eu senti carinho nos atos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;A simples frase de "depois da tempestade vem a calmaria", aconteceu hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Eu até que acho inaceitável falar que você sente carinho por pessoas que conhece a menos de 1 mês, mas é o que está acontecendo. E o melhor dessa história toda, é que acontecendo de verdade, como se apaixonar a primeira vista! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Não me arrependo da mudança de escola. Mudar é preciso e era o que eu mais precisava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Fugi do meu passado de coisas ruins, que insistia em me preocupar... e quando estou com eles, meu mundo lá fora desaparece, somos só nós mesmos ali, se curtindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Seja pra abraçar, pedir um conselho, chamar de xuxu, tomate, alface, cebola, pimentão ou coentro hehe... Seja pra fazer carinho, por apelidos estranhos, errar os nomes ou até não saber pronunciar os nomes... Mas, estamos todos ali, prontos para acolher quem precise, todos os dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Êêêê energia gostosa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Bom, esse post é pros meus &lt;strong&gt;amores&lt;/strong&gt; do Freinet. Não vou citar nomes pq eu amo todos cara!&lt;span style="color: red;"&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/5042914111771579165-4689968980190461238?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/4689968980190461238/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/03/tudo-no-lugar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/4689968980190461238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/4689968980190461238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/03/tudo-no-lugar.html' title='Tudo no lugar...'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S5bX9Zw9JXI/AAAAAAAAAMU/uCPVWn42Epc/s72-c/OK_by_AndSheWasGone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-9018088360530116013</id><published>2010-03-06T16:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T16:21:56.735-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='título/foto auto-explicativo[a]'/><title type='text'>A você, querido leitor (a)! ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S5Kq4_xdGjI/AAAAAAAAAMM/32zoWZneG3g/s1600-h/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="468" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S5Kq4_xdGjI/AAAAAAAAAMM/32zoWZneG3g/s640/7.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-9018088360530116013?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/9018088360530116013/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/03/voce-querido-leitor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/9018088360530116013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/9018088360530116013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/03/voce-querido-leitor.html' title='A você, querido leitor (a)! ♥'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S5Kq4_xdGjI/AAAAAAAAAMM/32zoWZneG3g/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-2970440426086369440</id><published>2010-03-06T15:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T15:56:43.958-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><title type='text'>Thaís ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S5KeZ5MIRiI/AAAAAAAAAME/Cq6sJl6AtIQ/s1600-h/Thais.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S5KeZ5MIRiI/AAAAAAAAAME/Cq6sJl6AtIQ/s200/Thais.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Amiga, este é post é simples, mas de coração,rs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;São 6 anos de amizade, 4 anos sem se ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Incrível como a gente se dá bem, como uma conhece a outra melhor que a si mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;E sei lá, parece que as frases nunca ficam boas o bastante para descrever meus sentimentos por pessoas tão importantes pra mim como você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Amiga, tenho muito o que agradecer, por TUDO o que você já fez por mim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Não tô com muito tempo, mas se tivesse, ficaria aqui escrevendo o dia inteiro, citando suas infinitas qualidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te amo muito Thaís, obrigada por existir e fazer parte da minha história &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&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/5042914111771579165-2970440426086369440?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/2970440426086369440/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/03/thais.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/2970440426086369440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/2970440426086369440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/03/thais.html' title='Thaís ♥'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S5KeZ5MIRiI/AAAAAAAAAME/Cq6sJl6AtIQ/s72-c/Thais.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-4859962642967592871</id><published>2010-02-22T19:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T19:37:40.192-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desabafo'/><title type='text'>Vou embora!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S4MGKL_XIsI/AAAAAAAAALs/U4KXpxF_Suo/s1600-h/79f8ffc96331ea9e8ac7fdda28787a20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S4MGKL_XIsI/AAAAAAAAALs/U4KXpxF_Suo/s200/79f8ffc96331ea9e8ac7fdda28787a20.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sério, cansei dessas pessoas chatas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ninguém me entende e eu não sou obrigada a entender ninguém!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;E mesmo se eu fosse obrigada, seria difícil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Pessoas estranhas, dissimuladas, forçando barra pra conquistar o quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Amizades que não existem, 'prêmios' que não valem de nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;As pessoas estão se vendendo por qualquer coisa, por qualquer sorriso meia boca, por uma balinha de R$0,25...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Eu cansei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Vou embora, não preciso disso, só preciso levar comigo um caderno, um lápis, uma borracha e quem sabe algumas canetas coloridas e vou ser feliz sozinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Não vou depender mais de ninguém!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Eu não quero, não posso mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Chega de viver como eles, pobres almas&amp;nbsp;perdidas no nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-4859962642967592871?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/4859962642967592871/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/02/vou-embora.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/4859962642967592871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/4859962642967592871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/02/vou-embora.html' title='Vou embora!'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S4MGKL_XIsI/AAAAAAAAALs/U4KXpxF_Suo/s72-c/79f8ffc96331ea9e8ac7fdda28787a20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-5586258165961729010</id><published>2010-02-22T19:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T19:24:06.279-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aleatório'/><title type='text'>Oi gente.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S4MClN0q02I/AAAAAAAAALU/Gh0moAcAfgE/s1600-h/i_miss_you_by_casseybunn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S4MClN0q02I/AAAAAAAAALU/Gh0moAcAfgE/s200/i_miss_you_by_casseybunn.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Acabei de chegar da escola e tô meio cansada e "xoxa" ainda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;É meio tedioso estudar a tarde... Tô cansadona, mas me deu vontade de vir aqui postar :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Não é nada de interessante como vocês podem ver, mas acho que "dá pro gasto" só pra não deixar em branco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Enquanto não posto aqui, continuo "brisando".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Logo mais posto algum poeminha, textinho, musiquinha, algum "-inho" rápido só pra não deixar assim tão "xoxo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Bom, é isso aê \o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Superação estar postando aqui. &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Beijos&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;queijos&lt;/span&gt; =&lt;span style="color: red;"&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/5042914111771579165-5586258165961729010?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/5586258165961729010/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/02/oi-gente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/5586258165961729010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/5586258165961729010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/02/oi-gente.html' title='Oi gente.'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S4MClN0q02I/AAAAAAAAALU/Gh0moAcAfgE/s72-c/i_miss_you_by_casseybunn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-555559169276344824</id><published>2010-02-17T13:33:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T13:34:39.215-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desabafo'/><title type='text'>Andei pensativa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S3wMVPpPrmI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScNyrHFXQIE/s1600-h/I_Miss_You_by_brambura33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439236009073028706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S3wMVPpPrmI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScNyrHFXQIE/s320/I_Miss_You_by_brambura33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...durante esse tempo que andei "sumida".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Olhei meu blog todos os dias que entrei na internet, e a vontade de postar algo não faltava, mas a principal pergunta era "o que postar?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu ando estranha ultimamente, até comigo mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tão estranha, que minha mãe me levou ao médico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Estou com "síndrome do pânico", dá pra acreditar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E o início de uma depressão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não há motivos para isso, mas quem sou eu para discutir com o médico?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que algo anda me perturbando é fato, só que a ponto de deixar-me doente? :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ai, ai, preciso escrever mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-555559169276344824?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/555559169276344824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/02/andei-pensativa_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/555559169276344824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/555559169276344824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/02/andei-pensativa_17.html' title='Andei pensativa...'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S3wMVPpPrmI/AAAAAAAAALI/ScNyrHFXQIE/s72-c/I_Miss_You_by_brambura33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-6849170690009878042</id><published>2010-02-17T13:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T13:31:25.842-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cesar'/><title type='text'>Cesiiiiiinha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S3wKyz7YaCI/AAAAAAAAALA/BYSIE3mXXLA/s1600-h/BOY_by_icyfeather+modified.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439234318005725218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S3wKyz7YaCI/AAAAAAAAALA/BYSIE3mXXLA/s320/BOY_by_icyfeather+modified.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como andam as coisas por aí querido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;E carnaval, como foi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sabe como é... Estou com muitas saudades e blábláblá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Esse post é rapidinho, só pra saber se você está bem :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;[espero que sim *-*]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Te amo muito, beijos da Bah &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&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/5042914111771579165-6849170690009878042?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/6849170690009878042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/02/cesiiiiiinha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/6849170690009878042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/6849170690009878042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/02/cesiiiiiinha.html' title='Cesiiiiiinha!'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S3wKyz7YaCI/AAAAAAAAALA/BYSIE3mXXLA/s72-c/BOY_by_icyfeather+modified.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-7293630548288671700</id><published>2010-02-10T20:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T22:07:52.740-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'>Indescritível.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S3NHq0D59-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/6p6gDPm-f2s/s1600-h/cry___by_helenicous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436767976021424098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S3NHq0D59-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/6p6gDPm-f2s/s320/cry___by_helenicous.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Será que as lágrimas podem descrever um pouco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;do que se passa aqui dentro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As palavras estão soltas, perdidas pelo ar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lágrimas, expliquem os sentimentos que no meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;peito, insistem em ficar e a cada dia com mais intensidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;machucar-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-7293630548288671700?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/7293630548288671700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/02/indescritivel.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/7293630548288671700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/7293630548288671700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/02/indescritivel.html' title='Indescritível.'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S3NHq0D59-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/6p6gDPm-f2s/s72-c/cry___by_helenicous.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-2488712290816188395</id><published>2010-02-05T22:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T22:56:55.243-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cesar'/><title type='text'>Carta para o Cesar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S2y4y0XQ5xI/AAAAAAAAAKA/eHhjtlF7QRY/s1600-h/Best_friend_Puzzle_by_Lara_Princess.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434922033518536466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S2y4y0XQ5xI/AAAAAAAAAKA/eHhjtlF7QRY/s320/Best_friend_Puzzle_by_Lara_Princess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cesinha&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Você sabe que como de costume, eu iria lhe fazer esta "carta" à mão, mas como não o verei até domingo, resolvi postar no blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sabe, a ficha já caiu de que daqui há uns dias você não vai estar mais tão acessível. &lt;em&gt;(risos)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Vai ser meio chato passar meu aniversário sem você e o seu também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ainda mais porque você está me &lt;strong&gt;devendo&lt;/strong&gt;....haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As palavras até fogem, porque eu não consigo descrever meu carinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Você é meu &lt;strong&gt;MELHOR AMIGO&lt;/strong&gt;, uma das pessoas que&lt;strong&gt; mais amo&lt;/strong&gt; nesse mundo e a idéia de ficar um ano inteirinho sem vê-lo, deixa meu coração apertadíssimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Eu só queria deixar claro esse carinho tão enorme, que você já tá cansado de saber, mais uma vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu te amo muito&lt;/strong&gt;, e você sabe que sempre pode contar comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Desejo a você nessa nova fase da sua vida &lt;strong&gt;TUDO DE BOM&lt;/strong&gt;. E que você consiga ser feliz sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Eu só quero o seu bem :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;É meio ridículo, mas parece que já sinto saudades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Todo contato mínimo mais reduzido ainda, que saco. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mas uma coisa que&lt;strong&gt; nunca&lt;/strong&gt; vai reduzir vai ser nossa amizade, pelo menos não da minha parte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Obrigada por todos os momentos em que me aturou e &lt;strong&gt;nunca&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;use&lt;/strong&gt; a palavra 'aturar' comigo, porque eu nunca precisei "te aturar", era a &lt;strong&gt;melhor coisa do mundo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;estar com você&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Bom, sem mais viadagens da minha parte, é isso aí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Boa viagem, fica com Deus e não esqueça da Bazinha aqui, tá? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS: por você ser meu melhor amigo, um pedacinho meu tá indo com você,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mesmo que ele seja invisível, imaginário, implícito, haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-2488712290816188395?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/2488712290816188395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/02/carta-para-o-cesar.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/2488712290816188395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/2488712290816188395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/02/carta-para-o-cesar.html' title='Carta para o Cesar.'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S2y4y0XQ5xI/AAAAAAAAAKA/eHhjtlF7QRY/s72-c/Best_friend_Puzzle_by_Lara_Princess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-4260744698742931263</id><published>2010-02-05T22:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T22:28:57.453-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desabafo'/><title type='text'>Desabafo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S2y16mOWWzI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-QBOe-XwqV8/s1600-h/Best_Friend_by_Bunnie_Dolly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434918868627118898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S2y16mOWWzI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-QBOe-XwqV8/s320/Best_Friend_by_Bunnie_Dolly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Acabo de ter quase agora a notícia definitiva de que meu melhor amigo vai se mudar para MG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É uma facada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A pessoa que eu mais amo nesse mundo indo para tão longe de mim e sem previsão de quando nos falaremos de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas e telefone? E msn? E isso e aquilo? Piada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Por um ano eu não vou ter o CONVÍVIO dele e eu tô em desespero!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A vontade de chorar (e o choro) não param.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Meu coração está cada vez menor e não posso fazer nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nem vê-lo eu poderei e ele parte no domingo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pra amenizar a dor, decidi vir aqui e postar, quantas vezes forem necessárias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Até o próximo texto :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-4260744698742931263?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/4260744698742931263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/02/desabafo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/4260744698742931263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/4260744698742931263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/02/desabafo.html' title='Desabafo.'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S2y16mOWWzI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-QBOe-XwqV8/s72-c/Best_Friend_by_Bunnie_Dolly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-1803540764357527727</id><published>2010-02-01T22:17:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T22:29:26.594-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novidades'/><title type='text'>Feeeliiiiz! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S2dvYgAgbsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/FvXZUHsPjdw/s1600-h/Be_Happy_by_Alephunky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433433942145396418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S2dvYgAgbsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/FvXZUHsPjdw/s320/Be_Happy_by_Alephunky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Venho contar a vocês as novidades do blog '&lt;strong&gt;Oi Flor de Liz&lt;/strong&gt;'.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Devido aos poemas, textinhos rápidos, textos longos e afins&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;O &lt;em&gt;blog foi convidado;&lt;/em&gt; aliás eu fui convidada, para ser a nova colaboradora do blog &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mundo Leitor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mas &lt;strong&gt;não pára por aí&lt;/strong&gt; gente, pra &lt;strong&gt;felicidade²&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ao quadrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, contando a novidade pro meu amigo blogueiro &lt;em&gt;Rômulo &lt;/em&gt;(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dono do blog Ruas de Inverno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;), &lt;strong&gt;fui convidada&lt;/strong&gt; pra uma &lt;strong&gt;parceria com ele&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Isso não é &lt;strong&gt;bi-feliz&lt;/strong&gt;? haha *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Vocês não fazem idéia (&lt;em&gt;ou fazem&lt;/em&gt;!) da felicidade que é sentir que meu&lt;em&gt; "trabalho"&lt;/em&gt; tá sendo &lt;strong&gt;reconhecido&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;E isso eu devo aos leitores, &lt;em&gt;que me dão ânimo de estar aqui postando mais,mais e mais&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;O post fica por aqui amores, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;queijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; à todos! =&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&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/5042914111771579165-1803540764357527727?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/1803540764357527727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/02/feeeliiiiz-d.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/1803540764357527727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/1803540764357527727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/02/feeeliiiiz-d.html' title='Feeeliiiiz! :D'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S2dvYgAgbsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/FvXZUHsPjdw/s72-c/Be_Happy_by_Alephunky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-7451193375307270710</id><published>2010-01-29T19:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T20:50:22.976-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trecho de música'/><title type='text'>Eu abrirei minhas asas e...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S2NlrhVztaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/4yCN5L2TBfA/s1600-h/Walk+Away.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432297373897569698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S2NlrhVztaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/4yCN5L2TBfA/s320/Walk+Away.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt; eu aprenderei como voar.&lt;br /&gt;Eu farei qualquer coisa para tocar o céu,&lt;br /&gt;Faça um desejo, aproveite a chance,faça uma mudança, e jogue tudo pro alto.&lt;br /&gt;Fora da escuridão em direção ao sol.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não esquecerei todos os que eu amo.&lt;br /&gt;Vou correr o risco, ter uma chance, fazer uma mudança,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;e me libertar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breakaway - Kelly Clarkson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-7451193375307270710?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/7451193375307270710/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/01/eu-abrirei-minhas-asas-e.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/7451193375307270710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/7451193375307270710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/01/eu-abrirei-minhas-asas-e.html' title='Eu abrirei minhas asas e...'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S2NlrhVztaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/4yCN5L2TBfA/s72-c/Walk+Away.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-8639721240500295216</id><published>2010-01-28T22:31:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T23:06:56.779-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aleatório'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desabafo'/><title type='text'>Com esse post...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S2IshnGBjfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/sjacNLB7jI0/s1600-h/Tranquillity_by_Flex_Flex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431953056503795186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S2IshnGBjfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/sjacNLB7jI0/s320/Tranquillity_by_Flex_Flex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;eu me renovo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hoje completo &lt;em&gt;3 noites&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; mal&lt;/strong&gt; dormidas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem sei&lt;/em&gt; ao menos se estou aqui postando &lt;strong&gt;sóbria&lt;/strong&gt;, já que o sono &lt;strong&gt;me consome&lt;/strong&gt;, apesar de&lt;strong&gt; não&lt;/strong&gt; conseguir &lt;em&gt;pregar os olhos ao deitar-me&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andei&lt;/strong&gt; todo esse tempo afastada &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;refletindo, voando em meus pensamentos, perdida nas minhas palavras e em busca da minha inspiração&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Acho que enfim a encontrei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, porém a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;lgo &lt;em&gt;(ainda)&lt;/em&gt; está me perturbando, intrigando e não sei o que é. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando&lt;/strong&gt; eu &lt;strong&gt;descobrir&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;vai virar poema aqui&lt;/em&gt;. (risos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Contagem regressiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; para o &lt;em&gt;início das aulas&lt;/em&gt;, o que me faz &lt;strong&gt;refletir ainda mais&lt;/strong&gt; sobre &lt;em&gt;um tudo&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Odeio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; esse &lt;em&gt;climinha&lt;/em&gt; volta-às-aulas-(in)felizes &lt;strong&gt;¬¬'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;queijos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; à todos :&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&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/5042914111771579165-8639721240500295216?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/8639721240500295216/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/01/com-esse-post.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/8639721240500295216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/8639721240500295216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/01/com-esse-post.html' title='Com esse post...'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S2IshnGBjfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/sjacNLB7jI0/s72-c/Tranquillity_by_Flex_Flex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-477830725199715763</id><published>2010-01-21T14:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T15:30:04.055-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'>Feita de plástico...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S1iJP3k3VdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/x2--TexFuxY/s1600-h/plastic_beauty_by_cachamaricha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429240256504747474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S1iJP3k3VdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/x2--TexFuxY/s320/plastic_beauty_by_cachamaricha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Você não é normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se mostra especial quando na verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sente-se mal por ser assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não é original&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como pode fingir tanto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Você é de plástico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do pior que há&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Usa mentiras e tramóias para conseguir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;o que quer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se diz uma garota mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas age como uma criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que só sabe mentir pra parecer feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Você mente pra parecer legal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pode copiar-me quanto quiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E os outros podem acreditar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas o pior castigo é a verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E mesmo que ninguém saiba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Você sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nunca será alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não por méritos seus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Você diz ser superior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas quer mesmo ser como eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Desculpa acabar com seus sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas não preciso fingir ou iludir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sou legal ou não sem mentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Você nega e diz que tem tudo que sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;quis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas só conseguiu com mentiras, ou seja,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nunca será feliz&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/5042914111771579165-477830725199715763?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/477830725199715763/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/01/feita-de-plastico.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/477830725199715763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/477830725199715763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/01/feita-de-plastico.html' title='Feita de plástico...'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S1iJP3k3VdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/x2--TexFuxY/s72-c/plastic_beauty_by_cachamaricha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-7243029054872424721</id><published>2010-01-19T16:48:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T16:52:09.694-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Oi gente!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S1X-mQOhZ9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/s_-MNYYxTBc/s1600-h/OI_by_yuke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428524859009361874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S1X-mQOhZ9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/s_-MNYYxTBc/s320/OI_by_yuke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Esse post é só pra dar um oi aos visitantes e leitores!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vou dar um tempo pro blog essa semana, até a inspiração voltar ou algo que eu julgue interessante acontecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beijos e queijos e aproveite para visitar algum post antigo pelos marcadores abaixo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/search/label/aleat%C3%B3rio"&gt; Aleatório &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/search/label/aulas"&gt; Aulas &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/search/label/desabafo"&gt; Desabafo &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/search/label/falsidade"&gt; Falsidade &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/search/label/falta%20de%20tempo"&gt; Falta da Tempo &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/search/label/olhos"&gt; Olhos &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/search/label/poema"&gt; Poemas &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/search/label/Saudade"&gt; Saudade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/search/label/trecho%20de%20m%C3%BAsica"&gt; Trecho de música&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;PS: Alguns textos estão separados por vários marcadores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Divirta-se!&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/5042914111771579165-7243029054872424721?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/7243029054872424721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/01/oi-gente.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/7243029054872424721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/7243029054872424721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/01/oi-gente.html' title='Oi gente!'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S1X-mQOhZ9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/s_-MNYYxTBc/s72-c/OI_by_yuke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-4872202959633944282</id><published>2010-01-18T22:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:02:23.847-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aulas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aleatório'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desabafo'/><title type='text'>Eu não!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S1T_kp7_GhI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mWJTQv_VsyM/s1600-h/why_and_because__by_m0thyyku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428244456086116882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S1T_kp7_GhI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mWJTQv_VsyM/s320/why_and_because__by_m0thyyku.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Talvez seja mais um texto meu em crise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ou talvez um desabafo por tanto despreso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Não sei o que é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Pode ser a incerteza de uma adolescente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;louca e complicada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ou alguém tentando por pra fora algo depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;de ter sido provocada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Eu ao menos sei explicar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mas com toda certeza posso dizer o quão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;diferente sou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nunca quis ser mais do que uma criança ou uma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;adolescente, seguindo minha fase com ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sem dente... (risos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Detesto adolescentes que se sentem como tal..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Falam ser adultos, mulheres, homens, e dizem que não precisam mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Que não precisam sequer dos pais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Faça-me o favor, volte ao seu lugar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tudo tem seu tempo, não precisa reclamar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Se você parar e pensar verá como será mais feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Seguindo aquilo que você é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Não tentando criar problemas só pra parecer maduro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Isso sim é imaturo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Pra mim é um absurdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Detesto adolescentes que querem se mostrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Se é tão mulher ou homem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ponha-se no seu lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Só mete bronca dizendo ser o tal e mandar no próprio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nariz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Não sabe o que diz, só pra tentar ser melhor que os outros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Fingindo que é feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS: Texto será deletado em alguns dias, ando sem inspiração! :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&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/5042914111771579165-4872202959633944282?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/4872202959633944282/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/01/eu-nao.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/4872202959633944282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/4872202959633944282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/01/eu-nao.html' title='Eu não!'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S1T_kp7_GhI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mWJTQv_VsyM/s72-c/why_and_because__by_m0thyyku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-5122961714188535865</id><published>2010-01-18T22:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:30:09.487-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aulas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falsidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desabafo'/><title type='text'>Vou ver se tomando meu café da manhã...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S1T5sEYm-SI/AAAAAAAAAGc/93UMtnu83V0/s1600-h/Coffe_____by_stripes_fans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428237986374809890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S1T5sEYm-SI/AAAAAAAAAGc/93UMtnu83V0/s320/Coffe_____by_stripes_fans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;bem &lt;strong&gt;quente&lt;/strong&gt; conseguirei &lt;strong&gt;derreter&lt;/strong&gt; meu coração&lt;br /&gt;de &lt;strong&gt;gelo&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Eu &lt;strong&gt;não me importo&lt;/strong&gt; com as pessoas e se a sua &lt;strong&gt;opinião&lt;/strong&gt; à &lt;strong&gt;meu&lt;/strong&gt; respeito for&lt;strong&gt; ruim&lt;/strong&gt;, eu também &lt;strong&gt;não irei me importar&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não&lt;/strong&gt; tô aqui &lt;em&gt;pra gostar&lt;/em&gt; de &lt;strong&gt;ninguém&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;em&gt;nem&lt;/em&gt; pra &lt;em&gt;pedir&lt;/em&gt; ou fazer com que &lt;strong&gt;gostem de mim&lt;/strong&gt;, então, &lt;strong&gt;e daí&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você&lt;/em&gt; pode sentar-se ao meu lado e &lt;strong&gt;tentar devagar&lt;/strong&gt; me fazer aceitar toda essa baboseira que você fala &lt;strong&gt;ou&lt;/strong&gt; me fazer um&lt;strong&gt; favor&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;em&gt;ficar o mais longe possível.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cansei&lt;/strong&gt; de &lt;em&gt;mentiras&lt;/em&gt; e de &lt;em&gt;ver todo mundo fingindo ser quem não é pra &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;parecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; legal&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco de sinceridade&lt;strong&gt; não&lt;/strong&gt; faz &lt;em&gt;mal a ninguém&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;mas &lt;/strong&gt;parece que&lt;strong&gt; retiraram&lt;/strong&gt; a palavra do &lt;strong&gt;Aurélio&lt;/strong&gt; alheio e &lt;strong&gt;ninguém&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;sabe&lt;/strong&gt; o significado de "&lt;strong&gt;ser&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;sincero"&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aiiii&lt;/strong&gt; que&lt;strong&gt; raiva&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;em&gt;Cansei&lt;/em&gt; dessa&lt;strong&gt; gente hipócrita&lt;/strong&gt; e é por isso que&lt;strong&gt; hoje&lt;/strong&gt; tomarei (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) meu leite com chocolate &lt;strong&gt;bem gelado&lt;/strong&gt;, para &lt;strong&gt;evitar&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;que meu coração derreta&lt;/em&gt; e eu me&lt;strong&gt; iluda&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;novamente com esse bando de gente que chega a ser indecente&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-5122961714188535865?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/5122961714188535865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/01/vou-ver-se-tomando-meu-cafe-da-manha.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/5122961714188535865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/5122961714188535865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/01/vou-ver-se-tomando-meu-cafe-da-manha.html' title='Vou ver se tomando meu café da manhã...'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S1T5sEYm-SI/AAAAAAAAAGc/93UMtnu83V0/s72-c/Coffe_____by_stripes_fans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-393512950114903</id><published>2010-01-17T19:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:38:55.804-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aleatório'/><title type='text'>Salve povo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S1OdFzi1K-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/-4WhLk66onM/s1600-h/OgAAAPIbrcB37TE_WUv-FvTxgaIM7u85Q6DVJQ99WbZzi6voC76cZpElRt-CVPuysLf7Pzaj7nwxTM8pDY11_ca9fSUAm1T1UPc4WYgKKUk6RtCnMr9rIJbwUlPK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427854698972785634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S1OdFzi1K-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/-4WhLk66onM/s320/OgAAAPIbrcB37TE_WUv-FvTxgaIM7u85Q6DVJQ99WbZzi6voC76cZpElRt-CVPuysLf7Pzaj7nwxTM8pDY11_ca9fSUAm1T1UPc4WYgKKUk6RtCnMr9rIJbwUlPK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vou começar o post mandando um salve pra minha amiga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dominique&lt;/span&gt;. \o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aproveitar &lt;em&gt;'a deixa'&lt;/em&gt; e dizer que tô com &lt;strong&gt;mega saudades&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[...]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoje tô &lt;strong&gt;sem&lt;/strong&gt; inspiração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Decidi &lt;em&gt;desperdiçar o tempo de vocês&lt;/em&gt; e postar &lt;strong&gt;aleatóriamente&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuxiquei meu pc&lt;/em&gt; hoje e &lt;em&gt;encontrei&lt;/em&gt; essa foto (&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;que é a do meu perfil blogger&lt;/span&gt;) e &lt;em&gt;lembrei dos meus tempos de trancinha&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que &lt;strong&gt;saudades do meu cabelo assim&lt;/strong&gt; T_T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como&lt;em&gt; cortei ele&lt;/em&gt;, fazer as trancinhas nem vai ter graça porque ficarão &lt;em&gt;mini-trancinhas&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um dia&lt;/strong&gt; ainda&lt;strong&gt; farei&lt;/strong&gt; sonhados &lt;strong&gt;dreads&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gente&lt;/strong&gt;, tô postando &lt;em&gt;só pra não perder o dia hoje&lt;/em&gt;, mas tá &lt;em&gt;faltando&lt;/em&gt; inspiração então esse&lt;strong&gt; texto&lt;/strong&gt; é &lt;strong&gt;nulo&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Deixo um &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;beijão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;aos &lt;strong&gt;visitantes&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;voltem sempre&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aos meus&lt;strong&gt; leitores&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;beijos, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;queijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e um &lt;strong&gt;grande abraço&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&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/5042914111771579165-393512950114903?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/393512950114903/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/01/salve-povo.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/393512950114903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/393512950114903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/01/salve-povo.html' title='Salve povo!'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S1OdFzi1K-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/-4WhLk66onM/s72-c/OgAAAPIbrcB37TE_WUv-FvTxgaIM7u85Q6DVJQ99WbZzi6voC76cZpElRt-CVPuysLf7Pzaj7nwxTM8pDY11_ca9fSUAm1T1UPc4WYgKKUk6RtCnMr9rIJbwUlPK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-8233777903821474230</id><published>2010-01-16T20:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T22:51:18.539-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'>Incertezas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S1JCIanmPGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Pzf4duaIyWU/s1600-h/Romantic_by_R3nato.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427473213286661218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S1JCIanmPGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Pzf4duaIyWU/s320/Romantic_by_R3nato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoje estava &lt;em&gt;pensando em você&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Um amigo virtual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Parece que &lt;em&gt;o destino sempre impede&lt;/em&gt; que a gente se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;veja...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E&lt;em&gt; justo o destino&lt;/em&gt; que sempre &lt;em&gt;me ajudou&lt;/em&gt; quando precisei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"risos"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Por meio de tantos &lt;em&gt;blábláblás virtuais&lt;/em&gt;, tantas palavras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;risadas e assuntos interessantes, eu &lt;strong&gt;me apeguei&lt;/strong&gt; a você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;como sentir afeição por alguém que nunca vi antes&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fotos&lt;/strong&gt; costumam misturar as coisas... &lt;strong&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;se&lt;/strong&gt; estou misturando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não me importo&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A&lt;em&gt; cada dia&lt;/em&gt; você se torna &lt;strong&gt;mais especial&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parece aquele amigo&lt;/em&gt;, aquela pessoa que eu &lt;em&gt;quero tanto encontrar&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mesmo que online&lt;/span&gt;) e &lt;strong&gt;que eu sei que vai fazer de&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alguns minutinhos, algumas horas felizes&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obrigada&lt;/strong&gt; por proporcionar coisas boas e me fazer superar por &lt;em&gt;menores que sejam&lt;/em&gt; as coisas ruins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dizer que te amo seria ridículo&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;mas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;estou próxima disto&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Estou ficando &lt;strong&gt;romântica&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;demais&lt;/strong&gt;,e acho que &lt;strong&gt;devo isso a você&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;valerá a pena ou será mais um pra me fazer sofrer&lt;/strong&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/5042914111771579165-8233777903821474230?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/8233777903821474230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/01/incertezas.html#comment-form' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/8233777903821474230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/8233777903821474230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/01/incertezas.html' title='Incertezas...'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S1JCIanmPGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Pzf4duaIyWU/s72-c/Romantic_by_R3nato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-6952705509610107930</id><published>2010-01-16T18:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T18:45:04.482-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aleatório'/><title type='text'>Que vontade de...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S1IhOSuVssI/AAAAAAAAAF8/9VBvKhpi9fg/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427437030362952386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S1IhOSuVssI/AAAAAAAAAF8/9VBvKhpi9fg/s320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S1Ib4K_Vi6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/O6mXXCujGC8/s1600-h/Joyous_by_Last_Delight.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Gritaaaar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Vai entender?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hehehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já já&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; posto um &lt;strong&gt;poema&lt;/strong&gt; que sonhei esta noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Ando muito &lt;em&gt;romântica&lt;/em&gt; e tô &lt;em&gt;me estranhando&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HADHUDSHUDSUH'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enfim, até mais queridos. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Na foto: &lt;strong&gt;eu&lt;/strong&gt;, a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flor de Liz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5042914111771579165-6952705509610107930?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/6952705509610107930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/01/que-vontade-de.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/6952705509610107930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/6952705509610107930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/01/que-vontade-de.html' title='Que vontade de...'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S1IhOSuVssI/AAAAAAAAAF8/9VBvKhpi9fg/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-2728673026914125710</id><published>2010-01-15T22:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T22:09:53.737-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falta de tempo'/><title type='text'>Um sorrisão pra vocês como post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S1EDasjwlDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/bUhhvPxhJlY/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427122783130784818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S1EDasjwlDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/bUhhvPxhJlY/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E basta! hihi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje tô &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sem tempo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pra postar :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Assim que der &lt;em&gt;corro&lt;/em&gt; aqui e&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; posto algo decente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas, deixarei essa minha foto com um &lt;strong&gt;sorrisão&lt;/strong&gt; pra &lt;em&gt;vocês&lt;/em&gt;! \o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;queijos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; novamente&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&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/5042914111771579165-2728673026914125710?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/2728673026914125710/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/01/um-sorrisao-pra-voces-como-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/2728673026914125710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/2728673026914125710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/01/um-sorrisao-pra-voces-como-post.html' title='Um sorrisão pra vocês como post!'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S1EDasjwlDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/bUhhvPxhJlY/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-6387286951075897512</id><published>2010-01-14T20:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T18:45:32.647-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olhos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desabafo'/><title type='text'>Acordei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S0-Xu8zIPrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fozw5DRp-fQ/s1600-h/DSC02242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426722908855090866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S0-Xu8zIPrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fozw5DRp-fQ/s320/DSC02242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Depois de tantos posts reclamando,parei e vi: tô reclamando de quê cara?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;De estar mais um dia viva? De estar crescendo, amadurecendo e fazendo as coisas certas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nossa, como vacilei só reclamando e fuxicando meu blog, a ficha caiu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me disseram até que foi estar trabalhando e lidando mais com adultos e tudo mais que eu tô aprendendo a viver melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Todas as coisas ruins que aconteceram em 2009 foi culpa minha. Eu me permiti tais acontecimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mas 2010 vai ser diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Eu não vou abaixar a cabeça pra ninguém porque eu nunca fui ou vou ser inferior a ninguém, também não sou ou quero ser melhor que ninguém, porque com o tempo eu vou conquistar o meu lugar aos meus méritos e não será às custas de ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Aprendi que o mundo dá voltas e eu vou esperar ele girar, nem que gire por anos até eu conseguir o que quero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tô mais feliz hoje. Acordei me dando o valor que há tempos eu não estava me dando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A Flor de Liz tá de volta gente \o/. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Esperando por coisas melhores e dias melhores, pananã ♪.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Chega de blábláblá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Beijos&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;queijos&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&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/5042914111771579165-6387286951075897512?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/6387286951075897512/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/01/acordei.html#comment-form' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/6387286951075897512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/6387286951075897512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/01/acordei.html' title='Acordei...'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S0-Xu8zIPrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fozw5DRp-fQ/s72-c/DSC02242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-2782983260793803105</id><published>2010-01-13T23:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T20:11:39.988-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aulas'/><title type='text'>Volta às aulas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S0-VHDl2TmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/aDtNChT9J-k/s1600-h/Volta_as_aulas_by_maritrigo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426720024460414562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S0-VHDl2TmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/aDtNChT9J-k/s320/Volta_as_aulas_by_maritrigo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xiiih...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Eu&lt;strong&gt; não&lt;/strong&gt; queria que as férias acabassem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Voltar pra &lt;em&gt;um meio&lt;/em&gt; que &lt;strong&gt;não&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;me pertence&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;em&gt; nunca pertenceu e jamais pertencerá &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vai&lt;/em&gt; por mais &lt;em&gt;um ano&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ACABAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; com &lt;em&gt;a minha vida&lt;/em&gt; escolar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Acho que &lt;strong&gt;não &lt;/strong&gt;me encaixo mais na minha cidade, sério.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parece&lt;/strong&gt; que &lt;em&gt;todo mundo&lt;/em&gt; é &lt;em&gt;normalzinho demais&lt;/em&gt; e que as mesmas coisas vão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;acontecer &lt;em&gt;pra sempre&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Urgh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ... &lt;em&gt;não aguento mais&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;solução&lt;/strong&gt; era &lt;em&gt;mudar de estado&lt;/em&gt; pra ser feliz \o/, mas (&lt;strong&gt;BUT...&lt;/strong&gt;) &lt;strong&gt;infelizmente &lt;/strong&gt;ainda &lt;em&gt;sou menor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de idade&lt;/em&gt; [/cry].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Táááá&lt;/em&gt;... a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Bazinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; aqui vai dar um jeito de fazer tudo divertido como sempre, mas &lt;em&gt;e &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;se&lt;/em&gt; rolar falsidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antes&lt;/strong&gt; eu tava &lt;em&gt;com medinho&lt;/em&gt; e&lt;em&gt; desgostosa&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;ui!&lt;/strong&gt;), mas agora, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;FODA-SE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se &lt;/em&gt;as pessoas&lt;em&gt; sabem ser falsas comigo&lt;/em&gt;, eu &lt;em&gt;também sei ser com elas&lt;/em&gt;, hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu me orgulho disso&lt;/strong&gt;, a sociedade &lt;strong&gt;merece&lt;/strong&gt; aquilo que te dá &lt;strong&gt;e eu vou retribuir&lt;/strong&gt; o que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me &lt;em&gt;derem&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sentimentos mútuos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; esse ano, esse é o&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; lema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Bom, este&lt;em&gt; é o primeiro post&lt;/em&gt; sobre &lt;strong&gt;aulas&lt;/strong&gt; do ano, quer dizer, acho que comentei algo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;antes, mas digamos então que seja o&lt;em&gt; primeiro com marcador&lt;/em&gt;, hihi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Continuo trabalhando &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;muiiiiiito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, mas tô &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;atorando&lt;/span&gt; \o/.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mente evoluindo, &lt;em&gt;dáli&lt;/em&gt; Bah \o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Beijos e &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;queijos&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&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/5042914111771579165-2782983260793803105?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/2782983260793803105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/01/surtando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/2782983260793803105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/2782983260793803105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/01/surtando.html' title='Volta às aulas...'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S0-VHDl2TmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/aDtNChT9J-k/s72-c/Volta_as_aulas_by_maritrigo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-4181472859907807864</id><published>2010-01-10T22:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T23:34:55.328-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'>Mais perdida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S0p__-yOEKI/AAAAAAAAAFU/NDCTwHbVYME/s1600-h/lost_in_woods___by_m0thyyku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425289438283305122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S0p__-yOEKI/AAAAAAAAAFU/NDCTwHbVYME/s320/lost_in_woods___by_m0thyyku.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...do que nunca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Você poderia me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; ajudar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Parar e prestar atenção no que está acontecendo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Já era de se esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;O tempo passa rápido e o relógio me enlouquece &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;com tanto&lt;strong&gt; "tic-tac"&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Quero você do meu lado, só pra mim, mas isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;só acontece em &lt;em&gt;outro lugar&lt;/em&gt;, em &lt;em&gt;um sonho&lt;/em&gt;, num&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;outro mundo&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;em&gt;tão distante&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;É, eu continuo &lt;strong&gt;sonhando&lt;/strong&gt; e com a &lt;strong&gt;esperança&lt;/strong&gt; da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;frase&lt;/em&gt; em que dizemos que "sonhos também tornam-se&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;realidade", possa acontecer pra mim também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-4181472859907807864?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/4181472859907807864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/01/mais-perdida.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/4181472859907807864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/4181472859907807864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/01/mais-perdida.html' title='Mais perdida...'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/S0p__-yOEKI/AAAAAAAAAFU/NDCTwHbVYME/s72-c/lost_in_woods___by_m0thyyku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-632628292270767882</id><published>2010-01-10T22:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T22:43:12.462-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falta de tempo'/><title type='text'>To surtando.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Olá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Um mês sem postar no blog, correria, correria, correria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tô doida pra postar outra parte da "Flor de Liz", mas tô meeeeesmo sem tempo e surtando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Parece que tá tudo louco e corrido e Janeiro já está quase na metade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu não quero que Fevereiro chegue tão cedo, mas, o ano tá voando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quando as aulas começarem minha vida acabou. Correria pra se dedicar e sabe como é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Internet vai ser nula, porque eu nunca vou conseguir conciliar estudos,trabalho e internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Meio triste, mas não tô reclamando, pois eu tô gostando de trabalhar, já que eu reclamava tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;do ócio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A notícia triste do dia, foi que meu melhor amigo tem 98% de chances de se mudar pra MG por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 ano, só pra estudar no Cefet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu odeio a idéia de ficar um ano sem vê-lo. Tô na merda, tô surtando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ando muito carente também, a puberdade acaba comigo- FATÃO!- UHDSHUDSH'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Etc,etc, voltando a falar de aulas, tô nem um pouco ansiosa pelo fato de ninguém na minha cidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;parecer prestar cara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ou eu mudo de cidade, ou eu surto, e provavelmente a opção número dois é a que vai acontecer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Essa postagem é aleatória.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Deixarei o textinho pra compensar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beijo e queijo :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-632628292270767882?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/632628292270767882/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-surtando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/632628292270767882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/632628292270767882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-surtando.html' title='To surtando.'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-3362133220606271112</id><published>2009-12-29T21:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T21:34:34.685-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades do blog ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/SzqLdBnL4BI/AAAAAAAAAFE/AZm9eGxUzYo/s1600-h/435661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420798432259072018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/SzqLdBnL4BI/AAAAAAAAAFE/AZm9eGxUzYo/s320/435661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enfim arrumei um emprego e saí do ócio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tô feliz porém muiiiiito cansada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Fortes dores de cabeça, mas, não tô reclamando não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Já faz mais de uma semana que não uso a internet direito então não mexo no blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Passei rapidinho só pra não perder costume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Feliz Ano Novo pra todos ♥&lt;/span&gt;&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/5042914111771579165-3362133220606271112?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/3362133220606271112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2009/12/saudades-do-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/3362133220606271112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/3362133220606271112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2009/12/saudades-do-blog.html' title='Saudades do blog ♥'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/SzqLdBnL4BI/AAAAAAAAAFE/AZm9eGxUzYo/s72-c/435661.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-5063839023814621937</id><published>2009-12-22T22:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T23:03:30.668-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falta de tempo'/><title type='text'>Que loucura!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Oiii pra todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;É...desde o último post a minha vida mudou radicalmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Eu consegui a notícia na sexta feira às exatas 19:30 da noite de que no sábado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;eu iria viajar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Foi tudo louco, porque tive que arrumar as malas beeem rápido e 7:00 da manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;pé na estrada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tudo foi bacanérrimo e o fim de semana foi perfeito, assim que voltei, no dia 14/12,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;descobri que com a chuva meu pc tinha queimado e só chegou hoje do "hospital",haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A partir do dia 14/12, a minha vida virou 180º novamente, e comecei a ajudar na obra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;e limpeza da loja da minha mãe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Está previsto para abrir amanhã à tarde e terei muiiito trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;O bom dessa correria em obras e limpeza é que finalmente consegui um emprego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tiveram outras coisas loucas mas eu to resumindo porque estou cansada e doida pra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ir dormir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Passei aqui só pra atualizar porque estava morta de saudades de postar aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Quando eu chegar em casa amanhã, lá pras 20hrs e tal, posto poeminhas e essas coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"gays" que costumo postar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Boa noiiiite blog e inté :&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Muiiiiiitas saudades dos meus amigos, amo todos vocês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-5063839023814621937?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/5063839023814621937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2009/12/que-loucura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/5063839023814621937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/5063839023814621937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2009/12/que-loucura.html' title='Que loucura!'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-6408781747143308404</id><published>2009-12-10T16:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T16:50:58.992-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/SyFAEORYfGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/jzH0LFvSLCI/s1600-h/___Friends____by_pinksquid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413678668370705506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/SyFAEORYfGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/jzH0LFvSLCI/s320/___Friends____by_pinksquid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ontem recebi a triste notícia de que a viagem para a casa de minha prima tinha sido adiada para o próximo sábado, dia 19/12 e meu mundo caiu.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Eu planejei demais viajar este sábado e tá, não morreria se esperasse mais uma semana, a questão é que dia 19/12 é a formatura da escola, logo, não vou poder viajar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Estava triste, melancólica, chateada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Como o destino foi injusto adiando a viagem para um dia tão importante?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Eu até poderia escolher, mas seria injusto com outras pessoas também e no fundo comigo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A batalha nas aulas o ano inteiro para me formar e "pá", eu jogar tudo pro alto do nada, por uma viagem, quando todos estavam contando comigo... Eu não posso definitivamente fazer isto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Fiquei chateada, mas meus amigos me ajudaram a tentar superar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Disseram que "tudo acabará bem" e que quem sabe eu não encontre uma solução... Vai saber, torço para que tenha mesmo um jeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Enfim, o post é dedicado aos meus amigos, que sempre estão a meu lado. ♥&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/5042914111771579165-6408781747143308404?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/6408781747143308404/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2009/12/amigos-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/6408781747143308404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/6408781747143308404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2009/12/amigos-3.html' title='Amigos &lt;3'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/SyFAEORYfGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/jzH0LFvSLCI/s72-c/___Friends____by_pinksquid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-5050432930639914603</id><published>2009-12-04T20:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:38:14.329-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudade'/><title type='text'>Todo carnaval tem seu fim ♫</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lifesbook.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/amigos1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="" src="http://lifesbook.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/amigos1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Último dia de aula e parece que a&lt;strong&gt; intensidade&lt;/strong&gt; dos &lt;strong&gt;sentimentos expostos&lt;/strong&gt; o ano todo (&lt;strong&gt;ou não&lt;/strong&gt;) se torna &lt;em&gt;muito maior&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Até aquela pessoa que você menos tinha afinidade está levando um pedacinho de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Eu tô&lt;strong&gt; louca&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Só de pensar que&lt;strong&gt; eu vou acordar cedo todos os dias&lt;/strong&gt;, chegar na escola e ver que a rotina &lt;strong&gt;mudou&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mas, sempre será &lt;strong&gt;"perder pra dar valor"&lt;/strong&gt; (nesse caso), já que sempre reclamamos de estar na rotina, no tédio, de ver as mesmas pessoas, mesmos professores, mesmas matérias chatas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ai,ai.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Não fazem nem horas e eu já sei que o dia foi um "adeus" permanente para muitos deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Porque existem vários tipos de comunicação, mas o convívio, aquela coisa bacana que vivemos por meros&lt;strong&gt; 8 anos&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nunca mais voltarão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Talvez, &lt;em&gt;seja bom&lt;/em&gt; conhecer gente nova, matérias novas, professores novos e pode rolar até uma escola nova...tudo pode ser até &lt;strong&gt;ótimo&lt;/strong&gt;, mas nada será comparado com os meus primeiros colegas de classe, meus primeiros amigos, com a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PERFEIÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Cada sorriso, cada lágrima &lt;strong&gt;não foi em vão&lt;/strong&gt; e estamos aqui. Separados pela distância mas unidos através de nossos corações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Não há mais palavras para traduzir o que cada um significou pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tudo que passamos pode ter ficado guardados em fotos, vídeos, gravações de voz, textos, mas principalmente vai &lt;strong&gt;ficar na nossa memória por um bom tempo&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;801 - CEC DE PIABETÁ - vocês serão &lt;strong&gt;eternos&lt;/strong&gt;! Amo vocês &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&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/5042914111771579165-5050432930639914603?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/5050432930639914603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2009/12/todo-carnaval-tem-seu-fim.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/5050432930639914603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/5050432930639914603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2009/12/todo-carnaval-tem-seu-fim.html' title='Todo carnaval tem seu fim ♫'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-2795738437265987488</id><published>2009-11-27T14:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T23:09:09.976-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trecho de música'/><title type='text'>Pois eu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;,eu só penso em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Já não sei mais porque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Em ti eu consigo encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Um caminho, um motivo, um lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pra eu poder repousar meu amor&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;(Fingi na hora rir - Los Hermanos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;----x----x----x----x----x----x----x----x----x----x----x----x----x----x----x----x----x----x----x----x----x----x----x----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Oii, oiii geeente! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tudo bem com vocês? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Acima, um trecho da &lt;strong&gt;música&lt;/strong&gt; que é meu &lt;strong&gt;novo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;vício&lt;/strong&gt; e recente na &lt;strong&gt;playlist&lt;/strong&gt; do &lt;strong&gt;Nandinho&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;meu mp3&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Bom, hoje já não estou com tanta &lt;strong&gt;pressa&lt;/strong&gt;, mas &lt;em&gt;não&lt;/em&gt; vou ficar &lt;strong&gt;enrolando&lt;/strong&gt;, rs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;O dia tá sendo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;bem legal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e não tenho &lt;strong&gt;nada &lt;/strong&gt;de especial pra fazer &lt;em&gt;hoje&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;em&gt; Ahh&lt;/em&gt; :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Final de semana passarei em casa! Um &lt;strong&gt;tédio&lt;/strong&gt;, como devem imaginar, mas eu &lt;strong&gt;supero&lt;/strong&gt;! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Quero &lt;strong&gt;recomendar&lt;/strong&gt; a vocês o blog de uma &lt;strong&gt;amiga&lt;/strong&gt;, que fez seu blog preferindo manter a &lt;em&gt;"vida fake",&lt;/em&gt; ou seja, o&lt;strong&gt; anonimato&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;O &lt;strong&gt;endereço&lt;/strong&gt; é &lt;a href="http://aclumsygirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;http://aclumsygirl.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e lá ela fala um pouco sobre o que passa na cabeça dela, &lt;em&gt;desabafa &lt;/em&gt;e etc... Lá tem &lt;em&gt;poemas&lt;/em&gt; e &lt;em&gt;textos&lt;/em&gt; que mesmo sendo (muito) &lt;strong&gt;suspeita pra falar&lt;/strong&gt;, são &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;impecáveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Gente, é isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nada&lt;em&gt; construtivo&lt;/em&gt; para lhes contar, mas amanhã, prometo que farei um post decente,seja com &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;texto&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;trecho de música&lt;/span&gt; ou &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;etc&lt;/span&gt;...HDASHUS'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Beeijos a todos &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/5042914111771579165-2795738437265987488?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/2795738437265987488/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2009/11/pois-eu.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/2795738437265987488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/2795738437265987488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2009/11/pois-eu.html' title='Pois eu...'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-5560752241519069327</id><published>2009-11-26T16:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T17:09:05.482-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falta de tempo'/><title type='text'>Eu :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Olá, olá! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gente, como disse no &lt;strong&gt;post&lt;/strong&gt; de &lt;strong&gt;apresentação&lt;/strong&gt;, eu ia fazer uma &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;forcinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pra não deixar o blog &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; como todos os outros &lt;em&gt;mil blogs&lt;/em&gt; que criei na vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tenho me apegado bastante a esse blog! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Diferente dos &lt;strong&gt;outros&lt;/strong&gt; blogs que eu criava, eu ultimamente ando com &lt;strong&gt;sede&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;mostrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pro &lt;strong&gt;mundo&lt;/strong&gt; o que se passa dentro da minha cabeça, do meu coração (&lt;em&gt;owm *-*&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mesmo estando na &lt;strong&gt;semana de provas&lt;/strong&gt;, eu tô tentando o &lt;strong&gt;máximo&lt;/strong&gt; vir postar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nem que seja um &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oi'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Muiiiitos blogs me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cativaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; essa semana, falando sobre &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;diversos temas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; como sentimentos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;animais, arte, fotografia, tecnologia, vida profissional, vida pessoal, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Todos &lt;strong&gt;caprichadíssimos&lt;/strong&gt;, com design legal, a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;escrita impecável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... tô &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;amando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a &lt;em&gt;vida de blogueira&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bom, eu tô com um &lt;em&gt;pouquinho de pressa&lt;/em&gt;, então o post tá meio &lt;em&gt;caidinho&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vou aproveitar o tempinho &lt;strong&gt;divulgando-o&lt;/strong&gt;! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E&lt;strong&gt; hoje&lt;/strong&gt; já &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;visitei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; e &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;comentei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; alguns &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;blogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;amanhã&lt;/strong&gt; de volta à nova rotina! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; à todos e abaixo, uma &lt;strong&gt;foto minha&lt;/strong&gt;! =&lt;span 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/5560752241519069327/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2009/11/eu-d.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/5560752241519069327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/5560752241519069327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2009/11/eu-d.html' title='Eu :D'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/Sw7SFAHNJqI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6W6hF-lSroM/s72-c/OgAAAPIEVUPLOw3cxmINJxbnFTBP6pJp7anBEu8NbUq-2R5QTuXhESvAAZR38a8L9KPH4DDsQI1jQu-tlGLqYxa5yYEAm1T1UAv2x-ZorUw1euKMiV4b9b_YX5PX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-4118897665818997118</id><published>2009-11-25T19:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:26:28.426-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falsidade'/><title type='text'>Obrigada por tanta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/Sw2p8w6SZTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/KIu7ELLRxio/s1600/OgAAAEDUdRJVRbuOiSMWYjdcwqTrk6PoEKtDfRcL8pXbwq4j0tF_G0Eu3v4NqwZLaf3AH0pQpFa6rmNiWyPq2m7qQqsAm1T1UO4BA0lLwiwN7yN0zcaITsx2Aqg8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408165588928455986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/Sw2p8w6SZTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/KIu7ELLRxio/s320/OgAAAEDUdRJVRbuOiSMWYjdcwqTrk6PoEKtDfRcL8pXbwq4j0tF_G0Eu3v4NqwZLaf3AH0pQpFa6rmNiWyPq2m7qQqsAm1T1UO4BA0lLwiwN7yN0zcaITsx2Aqg8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;falsidade!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Com isso eu aprendi a ser mais tolerante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A não descer do salto e ficar mais elegante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;que você, que não usa a&lt;strong&gt; inteligência&lt;/strong&gt; que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Só tem eficiência para usar a sua &lt;strong&gt;beleza&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nunca usa sua cabeça e é &lt;strong&gt;artificial&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Desculpa se eu &lt;strong&gt;não&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;preciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ser &lt;strong&gt;vulgar&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;plagiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; os meus amigos só pra &lt;strong&gt;parecer&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;legal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Espero que um dia entenda a realidade, que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;os que considera &lt;strong&gt;amigos de verdade&lt;/strong&gt; só querem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;te &lt;strong&gt;usar&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pra quê eu não sei, um dia saberei e pode ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;certeza que mando te avisar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que com tanta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;falsidade&lt;/strong&gt; no meio do seu jeito&lt;strong&gt; imundo&lt;/strong&gt; eu aprendi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que &lt;strong&gt;sozinha&lt;/strong&gt;, sendo &lt;strong&gt;eu mesma&lt;/strong&gt;, posso &lt;em&gt;abraçar&lt;/em&gt; o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mundo&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;----x----x----x----x----x----x----x----x----x----x----x----x----x----x----x----x----x----x----x----x----x----x----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Esse texto é destinado à uma menina que já&lt;strong&gt; foi&lt;/strong&gt; considerada minha &lt;strong&gt;amiga&lt;/strong&gt;, depois de eu ter dado &lt;strong&gt;mil&lt;/strong&gt; votos de &lt;strong&gt;confiança&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;O que consegui &lt;strong&gt;em troca&lt;/strong&gt; foi &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;brigar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;com minha&lt;em&gt; melhor&lt;/em&gt; amiga e ter &lt;strong&gt;"os olhos furados" &lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ela é &lt;em&gt;bonita&lt;/em&gt;, mas &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; é inteligente, eu costumo inventar gírias e ela usa dizendo que ela que inventou...Enfim, o texto descreve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;É isso aê gente, só quis explicar o que se passou na minha cabeça quando fiz o texto, haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Be&lt;em&gt;iii&lt;/em&gt;jos =&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5042914111771579165-4118897665818997118?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/4118897665818997118/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2009/11/obrigada-por-tanta.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/4118897665818997118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/4118897665818997118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2009/11/obrigada-por-tanta.html' title='Obrigada por tanta...'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/Sw2p8w6SZTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/KIu7ELLRxio/s72-c/OgAAAEDUdRJVRbuOiSMWYjdcwqTrk6PoEKtDfRcL8pXbwq4j0tF_G0Eu3v4NqwZLaf3AH0pQpFa6rmNiWyPq2m7qQqsAm1T1UO4BA0lLwiwN7yN0zcaITsx2Aqg8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-3410017989890141391</id><published>2009-11-24T19:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:34:59.817-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olhos'/><title type='text'>No fundo dos seus olhos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/SwxszQy6JKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vUUY4l-7Rhc/s1600/OgAAAIOyFHHXW1LJwUcZxecMr226dX-2kb-EGsNhjARGbV1HUcYknoaN5NS5-Cz1uTsKt7SkBEh5YsK1jRvpb8Edz7sAm1T1UAX1aPQ2kemSERyA6B_f15Xev-Jt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407816880502744226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/SwxszQy6JKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vUUY4l-7Rhc/s320/OgAAAIOyFHHXW1LJwUcZxecMr226dX-2kb-EGsNhjARGbV1HUcYknoaN5NS5-Cz1uTsKt7SkBEh5YsK1jRvpb8Edz7sAm1T1UAX1aPQ2kemSERyA6B_f15Xev-Jt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;eu consigo me encontrar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não há nada melhor do que te decifrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A cada dia pode ser mais dificil lidar com o seu jeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas eu não vou desistir, eu &lt;strong&gt;não quero&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;em troca de vê-lo feliz ou apenas sorrir pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E eu &lt;strong&gt;não vou&lt;/strong&gt; desistir jamais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Porque conforme o tempo passa e a distância aumenta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;u te amo mais...&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/5042914111771579165-3410017989890141391?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/3410017989890141391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-fundo-dos-seus-olhos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/3410017989890141391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/3410017989890141391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-fundo-dos-seus-olhos.html' title='No fundo dos seus olhos...'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSe3K3Ubag0/SwxszQy6JKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vUUY4l-7Rhc/s72-c/OgAAAIOyFHHXW1LJwUcZxecMr226dX-2kb-EGsNhjARGbV1HUcYknoaN5NS5-Cz1uTsKt7SkBEh5YsK1jRvpb8Edz7sAm1T1UAX1aPQ2kemSERyA6B_f15Xev-Jt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-474287468058368667</id><published>2009-11-23T22:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:19:48.866-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falta de tempo'/><title type='text'>Eu quero tempo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Geeeente tô sem tempo pq to em semana de provas :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoje pra variar tô resfriadíssima..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Passei pra não deixar virar cachorrada de 100 anos sem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;postar nada,haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beijos e queijos :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042914111771579165-474287468058368667?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/474287468058368667/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2009/11/eu-quero-tempo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/474287468058368667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/474287468058368667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2009/11/eu-quero-tempo.html' title='Eu quero tempo!'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042914111771579165.post-606834891512712107</id><published>2009-11-21T13:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T13:40:02.222-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apresentação'/><title type='text'>1,2,3...FIGHT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Olá, olá a todos! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Bom, já tive váários blogs e o que mais levei à frente foi o "Lixo Hospitalar", que era hospedado no "&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Weblogger&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Depois de um ano com esse tal blog, eles atualizaram e eu &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perdi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: posts,comentários, template personalizado,etc e TUDO! Fiquei revoltada, e decidi não hospedar nunca mais nada naquele site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Depois dele, tive vários outros,em que eu por preguiça (e um pouquinho de &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;trauma+desgosto&lt;/span&gt;) eu deixava de postar e ia criando um atrás do outro e excluindo...Tava virando um ciclo e eu desisti de vez de ter blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Passo a maior parte do dia (e da noite,hihihi) na internet e agora, decidi criar um aqui no &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Blogger&lt;/span&gt;. Espero que dê certo, porque estou &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;há três dias&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; caçando um template que não fique feio e que tenha&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; HTML&lt;/span&gt; simples para eu mexer e só fui encontrar hoje, tecnicamente agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Este post é apenas uma &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;apresentaçãozinha clichê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; que tinha de ter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A propósito, prazer, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... e você? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Espero que curta a estadia aqui, em busca dos meus segredos...haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[que a partir do momento em que você e o resto do mundo lerem não será segredo ¬¬[-FAIL]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E este post chat&lt;em&gt;iiii&lt;/em&gt;nho acaba aqui! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Beeeijo grande :&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&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/5042914111771579165-606834891512712107?l=oiflordeliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/feeds/606834891512712107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2009/11/123fight.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/606834891512712107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042914111771579165/posts/default/606834891512712107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oiflordeliz.blogspot.com/2009/11/123fight.html' title='1,2,3...FIGHT!'/><author><name>Flor de Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789818865924182078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTipAWuD-G8/Ty-Km_iTmTI/AAAAAAAAATo/DgUagqtnWPw/s220/293215_145884945494967_100002203887665_261227_2034898_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
