<?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-5218196834290682024</id><updated>2011-10-06T14:56:53.866-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Betelgeuse</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>264</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-2977935928786809880</id><published>2011-08-11T15:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T15:21:37.442-03:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Oi :} &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/andrielecastro" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/andrielecastro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-2977935928786809880?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/2977935928786809880/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/08/formspringme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/2977935928786809880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/2977935928786809880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/08/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-7347480708856800558</id><published>2011-06-28T06:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T09:17:44.159-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Olá pessoas lindas, como estão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Bom, estou aqui só pra avisar que eu (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;@__dricastro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;) e a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;@bcossi_red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt; não estaremos postando nada aqui por enquanto, pois criamos um Tumblr, e como é novo, dedicaremos um pouco mais de atenção a ele do que ao blog, mas é só&amp;nbsp;temporário. Enfim, decidimos que pra não deixar vocês sem as "histórias", textos e frases,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;aqui esta o nosso Tumblr pra vocês:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://11-janeiro.tumblr.com/"&gt;Andriele&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://olho-a-olho.tumblr.com/"&gt;Bárbara&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Vale a pena dar uma olhadinha nesse aqui:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://taatiinuunes.tumblr.com/"&gt;You Make Me Happy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Espero que vocês gostem de lá, e sempre que puderem deixe uma &lt;b&gt;Ask&lt;/b&gt; para nós.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Um beijo enorme, e muito amor,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;ok&lt;/b&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9v_RqIYI7ZU/TgmbJp3Cw_I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/1H0lThrMA-c/s1600/tumblr_lhia3dbdpS1qc2qec.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9v_RqIYI7ZU/TgmbJp3Cw_I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/1H0lThrMA-c/s1600/tumblr_lhia3dbdpS1qc2qec.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-7347480708856800558?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7347480708856800558/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/06/ola-pessoas-lindas-como-estao-bom-estou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/7347480708856800558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/7347480708856800558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/06/ola-pessoas-lindas-como-estao-bom-estou.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9v_RqIYI7ZU/TgmbJp3Cw_I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/1H0lThrMA-c/s72-c/tumblr_lhia3dbdpS1qc2qec.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-4721070846537225976</id><published>2011-06-28T06:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T06:10:25.243-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcRZyrlL7Sw/TgmZ1z7OufI/AAAAAAAAAZw/JdrQy55TP4Q/s1600/tumblr_ljjv4qlpF01qf6pfro1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="386" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcRZyrlL7Sw/TgmZ1z7OufI/AAAAAAAAAZw/JdrQy55TP4Q/s400/tumblr_ljjv4qlpF01qf6pfro1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Geneva, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Geneva, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Olá, tudo bem com a senhora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Geneva, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Acho que sim, ou talvez não. Quem sabe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Geneva, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;É! Quantos anos a senhora têm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Geneva, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;O suficiente pra saber que o amor machuca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Geneva, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Porque tão fria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Geneva, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Não é nada pessoal, mas é que o tal do amor me fez agir assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Geneva, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Por quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Geneva, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;É simples. Por que ele me fez sofrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Geneva, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mas a senhora encontrará ou já encontrou o cara certo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Geneva, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Olha menina, vou lhe dizer umas coisas. Na sua idade, qualquer carinha lindo, era o futuro marido de cada garota. E por isso, que eu sofri. Até certa idade, eu dizia que amava tal rapaz, mas eu nunca soube o que era amor. Qualquer paixão era a coisa mais sincera da face da terra. Eu era inocente. Depois eu cresci, e descobri o que realmente era o amor. Não é nada disso, não é lindo e maravilhoso. Eu amei um cara. Acho que ele nunca soube quem eu era, ou sou. Há anos, não o vejo mais. Sinceramente, eu chorei por ele, eu tentei me matar por ele, eu fiz coisas inaceitáveis, por ele. E ele, o que fez por mim? Até hoje, nada. Não o esqueci. Sou casada, mas meu marido, não é o cara “certo” pra mim. Ele me faz sorrir, o que é bem diferente de me fazer feliz. Posso dizer que amei aquele rapaz, pois eu o deixei ir embora, eu o deixei se casar com a minha melhor amiga, eu disse a ele que era pra cuidar muito bem dela, eu disse a ela pra cuidar muito bem dele. Eu o amei, pois suportei vê-lo feliz com ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Geneva, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nossa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Geneva, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Muitos pensaram que amam, quando na verdade, se sente atraídos. Só se amará, quando for forte o bastante para aceitar que aquela pessoa não é sua e nunca será.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Geneva, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;A não ser, se Deus quiser.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-4721070846537225976?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4721070846537225976/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/06/tudo-bem-com-senhora-que-sim-ou-talvez.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/4721070846537225976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/4721070846537225976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/06/tudo-bem-com-senhora-que-sim-ou-talvez.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcRZyrlL7Sw/TgmZ1z7OufI/AAAAAAAAAZw/JdrQy55TP4Q/s72-c/tumblr_ljjv4qlpF01qf6pfro1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-1580558679971778727</id><published>2011-06-18T08:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T08:42:45.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i1eSCBFvHLg/TfyO_ghaFXI/AAAAAAAAAYk/f37ACMrPTrg/s1600/tumblr_ljxjupbuYW1qfjm3po1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i1eSCBFvHLg/TfyO_ghaFXI/AAAAAAAAAYk/f37ACMrPTrg/s1600/tumblr_ljxjupbuYW1qfjm3po1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Você pode ser a pessoa errada pra mim, mas se for assim, tu és o tipo de erro que eu adoro cometer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #131212;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-1580558679971778727?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/1580558679971778727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/06/voce-pode-ser-pessoa-errada-pra-mim-mas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/1580558679971778727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/1580558679971778727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/06/voce-pode-ser-pessoa-errada-pra-mim-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i1eSCBFvHLg/TfyO_ghaFXI/AAAAAAAAAYk/f37ACMrPTrg/s72-c/tumblr_ljxjupbuYW1qfjm3po1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-7002781716547190244</id><published>2011-06-18T08:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T08:31:25.346-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWmhpnBJk6Q/TfyHdV5kHvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ogxrkTzkU-Y/s1600/dress-free-girl-lake-sunlight-Favim.com-78725_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWmhpnBJk6Q/TfyHdV5kHvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ogxrkTzkU-Y/s1600/dress-free-girl-lake-sunlight-Favim.com-78725_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Foi preciso eu levar vários “murros” para aprender que você não é e nunca foi à pessoa certa pra mim, que você simplesmente quis brincar com os meus sentimentos. Tive que chorar pra perceber que o seu “Eu te amo” nunca foi verdadeiro e que a única coisa verdadeira que me disse foi: “Estou com outra (o)”. Eu tentei me manter forte e sair sorrindo por ai como se nada estivesse acontecido, mas não é fácil enganar a todos com qualquer sorrisinho no rosto. Por isso eu decidi que iria te esquecer, porém, ao lembrar que tenho que te esquecer eu já penso em você. Não é nada confortável me sentir a segunda opção, ou pior, não estar nem presente em alguma de suas opções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #131212;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-7002781716547190244?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7002781716547190244/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/06/foi-preciso-eu-levar-varios-murros-para.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/7002781716547190244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/7002781716547190244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/06/foi-preciso-eu-levar-varios-murros-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWmhpnBJk6Q/TfyHdV5kHvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ogxrkTzkU-Y/s72-c/dress-free-girl-lake-sunlight-Favim.com-78725_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-6729825833790088251</id><published>2011-06-16T06:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T06:26:19.371-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_xaaJeutDLE/TfnLGGpW1OI/AAAAAAAAAYc/qIbLyIJJMYg/s1600/tumblr_lmjargyp5n1qec335o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_xaaJeutDLE/TfnLGGpW1OI/AAAAAAAAAYc/qIbLyIJJMYg/s1600/tumblr_lmjargyp5n1qec335o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #131212;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Antes&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; tudo se acabe, quem você desejaria ter em seus braços agora pela última vez? Antes que suas lágrimas caiam, quem você quer que te faça sorrir pela última vez? Antes que o seu coração seja feito em pedaços, quem você quer que te diga “Eu me importo com você” pela última vez? Antes de sentir saudades, em quem você quer dar o último abraço? Antes que a sua vida seja destruída, quem você quer que passe por ela? Antes de desistir, por quem você vai lutar? Antes de responder, em quem você pensou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #131212;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-6729825833790088251?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6729825833790088251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/06/antes-que-tudo-se-acabe-quem-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/6729825833790088251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/6729825833790088251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/06/antes-que-tudo-se-acabe-quem-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_xaaJeutDLE/TfnLGGpW1OI/AAAAAAAAAYc/qIbLyIJJMYg/s72-c/tumblr_lmjargyp5n1qec335o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-340053350922189248</id><published>2011-06-15T06:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T06:21:31.584-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmfbkwO6io1qzdiqvo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Querendo ou não, eu vou sentir falta de tudo isso, desde &lt;b&gt;amigos &lt;/b&gt;à amor não &lt;b&gt;correspondido.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-340053350922189248?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/340053350922189248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/06/querendo-ou-nao-eu-vou-sentir-falta-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/340053350922189248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/340053350922189248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/06/querendo-ou-nao-eu-vou-sentir-falta-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-2255763100889242687</id><published>2011-06-15T06:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T06:23:23.230-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmfalrhPwm1qzdiqvo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Amor,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;por mais que seja sincero, nem sempre será o bastante para ter a pessoa ama ao seu lado.&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/5218196834290682024-2255763100889242687?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/2255763100889242687/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/06/amor-mais-que-seja-sincero-nem-sempre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/2255763100889242687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/2255763100889242687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/06/amor-mais-que-seja-sincero-nem-sempre.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-9158556176793049596</id><published>2011-06-13T17:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T17:13:38.684-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmqu3lR6mi1qgm7cco1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estando mal, eu não quero que simplesmente me digam o que fazer, eu só quero um abraço, sincero&amp;nbsp;por favor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-9158556176793049596?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/9158556176793049596/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/06/estando-mal-eu-nao-quero-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/9158556176793049596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/9158556176793049596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/06/estando-mal-eu-nao-quero-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-6538605994405863220</id><published>2011-06-13T16:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T16:51:27.389-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: url(http://assets.tumblr.com/images/input_bg.gif); background-origin: initial; background-position: 50% 0%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.4; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 12px; margin-right: 12px; margin-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmqui89Hcf1qjscuio1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;O melhor abraço é o que está mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;longe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span _mce_style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;" class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&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;Bob Marley&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5218196834290682024-6538605994405863220?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6538605994405863220/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-melhor-abraco-e-o-que-esta-mais-longe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/6538605994405863220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/6538605994405863220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-melhor-abraco-e-o-que-esta-mais-longe.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-5245965417455755851</id><published>2011-06-13T06:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T06:26:04.805-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmplo4HMdk1qfqf3mo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-5245965417455755851?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5245965417455755851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/5245965417455755851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/5245965417455755851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-3500804697126098908</id><published>2011-06-12T18:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T21:05:27.840-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmp4xk1Id91qiz3smo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não consigo te tirar da minha vida. Mas isso não significa que você tem que ficar nela, talvez não te tirei da minha vida ainda, só porque eu quero que você &lt;i&gt;continue.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-3500804697126098908?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3500804697126098908/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/06/eu-nao-consigo-te-tirar-da-minha-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/3500804697126098908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/3500804697126098908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/06/eu-nao-consigo-te-tirar-da-minha-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-1061921547507142852</id><published>2011-06-12T18:20:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T21:10:19.414-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmev1dcw5P1qzla81o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Moose - Step UP 3 -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #181818; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;s2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-1061921547507142852?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/1061921547507142852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/06/moose-step-up-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/1061921547507142852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/1061921547507142852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/06/moose-step-up-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-6542083434636823493</id><published>2011-06-12T18:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T21:07:07.099-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Não importa quantas manhãs vou ter que acordar sem você, isso não fará eu te amar menos.     (heart.broken.in.two)" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmlftfCvaZ1qjscuio1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;Não importa quantas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;manhãs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;vou ter que acordar sem você, isso não fará eu te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;menos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; color: #cccccc; line-height: 13px;"&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/5218196834290682024-6542083434636823493?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6542083434636823493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/06/nao-importa-quantas-manhas-vou-ter-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/6542083434636823493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/6542083434636823493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/06/nao-importa-quantas-manhas-vou-ter-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-3667080678484691333</id><published>2011-06-12T18:08:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T18:08:57.145-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmn69godlG1qjscuio1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Eu não preciso de dinheiro, de roupas, de homens e mais homens, de sapatos, eu não preciso de nada disso pra ser feliz. Eu só preciso de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;em style="margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;você.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/5218196834290682024-3667080678484691333?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3667080678484691333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/06/eu-nao-preciso-de-dinheiro-de-roupas-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/3667080678484691333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/3667080678484691333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/06/eu-nao-preciso-de-dinheiro-de-roupas-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-3952477054712879520</id><published>2011-06-12T17:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T21:06:04.075-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; color: #181818; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Não importa aonde eu esteja ou que horas será. Caso precise de mim, olhe pro céu e lembre-se, que ele cobre nós dois." src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmogx9L7dA1qjscuio1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;Não importa aonde eu esteja ou que horas será. Caso precise de mim, olhe pro céu e lembre-se, que ele cobre&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;nós dois.&lt;/em&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/5218196834290682024-3952477054712879520?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3952477054712879520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/06/nao-importa-aonde-eu-esteja-ou-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/3952477054712879520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/3952477054712879520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/06/nao-importa-aonde-eu-esteja-ou-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-2692152526908027973</id><published>2011-06-10T14:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T21:13:17.272-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oMqTSI76SlI/TfJWj3yW-eI/AAAAAAAAAXI/KQxSzyS5Qo0/s1600/essa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oMqTSI76SlI/TfJWj3yW-eI/AAAAAAAAAXI/KQxSzyS5Qo0/s320/essa.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A &lt;u&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;"borracha"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/u&gt; da vida é o tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E do mesmo jeito que a borracha escolar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o tempo não apaga aquilo que foi mais marcante,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sempre deixa marcas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-2692152526908027973?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/2692152526908027973/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/06/borracha-da-vida-e-o-tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/2692152526908027973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/2692152526908027973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/06/borracha-da-vida-e-o-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oMqTSI76SlI/TfJWj3yW-eI/AAAAAAAAAXI/KQxSzyS5Qo0/s72-c/essa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-8308127196003656419</id><published>2011-06-09T15:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T21:06:49.193-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gaaabb.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;img class=" border ; 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Na vida: Primeiro te aplicam uma prova e depois você aprende uma lição." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"É a jornada que importa e não o ponto de chegada."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Moose - Step UP 3)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-8308127196003656419?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/8308127196003656419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-jornada-que-importa-e-nao-o-ponto-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/8308127196003656419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/8308127196003656419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-jornada-que-importa-e-nao-o-ponto-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-4742957907082182600</id><published>2011-06-05T11:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T21:13:27.185-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Por que tem que ser assim? Não adiantam me dar conselhos pra te esquecer, podem pensar o que quiser de você, mas pra mim, o que realmente importa, é o que eu penso o que eu sinto. Não vou dizer que te amo, pois isso é muito forte pra simplesmente dizer assim, mas eu me importo com você, e o que eu sinto é forte, muito forte.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Só queria entender o porquê de certas coisas, o porquê de sofrimento, mas não tem como. Sinto tudo aquilo passando e indo embora como se nunca estivesse acontecido. Eu sinto um vazio, que nem amigos preenchem. O tempo vai passando e nada disso acaba só fortalece. Durmo pensando em você e naqueles momentos, acordo chorando por saber que nunca irão se repetir. Acredite, é só o seu nome que eu consigo pronunciar, é só por você que meu coração chora, mas ao mesmo tempo é só você que pode fazê-lo sorrir. Talvez fosse eu a culpada ou então fui eu a humilhada, eu ainda não sei. Pois de um jeito ou de outro, ambos sofremos, e ambos mentimos de alguma forma. Você mentiu quando disse que nunca iria me magoar, eu menti quando disse te amar, quando na verdade gostava. Hoje, você já não me ama, e eu sim sinto algo mais forte do que antes. Nossos piores defeitos talvez tenham servido de lição pra gente, foi da pior forma que aprendi a gostar de verdade de você, e foi da pior forma que você me fez perceber que estava sendo iludida. Não peço que me perdoe, pois não sei se serei capaz de fazer o mesmo com você.&lt;span style="color: #131212;"&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/5218196834290682024-3073253050118875243?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3073253050118875243/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/06/por-que-tem-que-ser-assim-nao-adiantam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/3073253050118875243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/3073253050118875243'/><link rel='alternate' 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center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;E depois de tudo, quem se fode, é aquele que&lt;strong&gt; amou &lt;/strong&gt;de verdade.&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/5218196834290682024-5296868377694055322?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5296868377694055322/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-depois-de-tudo-quem-se-fode-e-aquele.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/5296868377694055322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/5296868377694055322'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É dificil, mas quando se ama, a gente deixa a pessoa ser feliz com quem ela quiser.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-2798481913817639722?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/2798481913817639722/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-dificil-mas-quando-se-ama-gente-deixa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/2798481913817639722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_le53e4rVkX1qfkumqo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Ele diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Oiiie. ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Ela diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Oiii!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Ele diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Tudo bem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Ela diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Ah, não muitoo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;e com vocc?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Ele diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Eu estou bem;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;mas qual o problema, porque vocc não esta bem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Ela diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Porque eu te amo, e sinto falta de como tudo era, vocc mudou muito;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;muitas vezes vocc fika onlline, e nem vem me dizer "Oi" talvez seja por causa da sua &lt;u&gt;&lt;strike&gt;namoradinha&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;vocc não sabe como isso machuca, e sabe as vezes é melhor agente nem conversar, pois não&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;não quero ser só sua amiga, o problema é esse, será que vocc não percebe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Aff, e esses &amp;nbsp;seus amigos, são tão idiotas, eu fiko tão triste quando vocc age assim como eles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Fiko triste quando lembro que agente era tão feliz, e agora mal nos falamos, queria aquele tempo de novo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-3398869544662728118</id><published>2011-06-01T20:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T20:47:12.135-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llvhsjwDFH1qedfm2o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E daí se eu não vou passar o dia dos namorados&amp;nbsp;com uma (um)&amp;nbsp;namorada (o). Não passo o dia do indio com um indio, nem o dia da árvore com uma árvore e muito menos o dia de finados com um defunto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Versão, by:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;@MarcellCastroo﻿&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/5218196834290682024-3398869544662728118?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3398869544662728118/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-dai-se-eu-nao-vou-passar-o-dia-dos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/3398869544662728118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/3398869544662728118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-dai-se-eu-nao-vou-passar-o-dia-dos.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-3002041782937599595</id><published>2011-05-31T22:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T22:13:43.274-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llz75ayrq81qiafcdo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sinto saudade de você, e sim da pessoa que eu achei que você fosse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Autor desconhecido.&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/5218196834290682024-3002041782937599595?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3002041782937599595/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/nao-sinto-saudade-de-voce-e-sim-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/3002041782937599595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/3002041782937599595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/nao-sinto-saudade-de-voce-e-sim-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-745182631104952396</id><published>2011-05-30T19:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T19:37:53.280-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljk65tnoot1qedfm2o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ele:&amp;nbsp;Poxa! Estava com tanta saudades, fico feliz em ti ver aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ela: Que bom,&amp;nbsp;também&amp;nbsp;estou feliz em ti ver. Estava com saudades de todos por aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ele: Nossa tenho tanta coisa pra te dizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ela: É eu&amp;nbsp;também, tenho muitas coisas pra te contar. Aconteceu muita coisa, que você nem vai imagina! Mais não sei se vai dar tempo, pois eu tenho que ir embora hoje mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ele: É então deixa eu te contar primeiro, aposto que depois disso você não vai mais querer ir embora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ela: Nossa é tão serio assim, conta logo então! Estou muito curiosa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ele: Depois que você foi embora, eu tive tempo suficiente pra pensar e criar coragem de te falar, que EU TE AMO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ela: Ah, mais isso eu já sabia, eu tambem te amo muito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ele: Serio? Que bom, pois agora podemos ficar juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ela: Opa, eu acho que você interpretou mau, eu te amo, mais é um amor de irmão!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ele: Não, mais eu não quero ser amado dessa forma, eu te amo de um jeito, que você não faz nem idéia. Tudo bem se você não quiser me amar, mais eu te peço apenas uma chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ela: Não tem como te dar uma chance, eu já estou indo embora, meu futuro noivo me espera, era essa a grande novidade que tinha que te contar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ele: Mais e eu? (Chorando)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ela: A nunca vou conseguir te amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ele: (Chorando)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ela: Nunca, nunca mesmo. Eu amo o meu futuro noivo, e você? Ah você vai ficar bem, esse amorzinho não passa de uma ilusão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ele: Achei que você gostasse apenas um pouquinho de mim, mas eu vejo que não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ela: Aff! Não vou ficar discutindo com você, é que as vezes eu esqueço que você é apenas uma criança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ele: É, realmente diante de um criança igual à você, eu posso até me tornar uma criança, mas os meu sentimentos, são puros como à de um verdadeiro homem apaixonado! É não perca seu tempo, seu noivinho esta te esperando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ela: Que bom que você aceitou que eu nunca vou te amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ele: Não, eu não aceitei apenas me calei diante a decisão da pessoa que amo, mais não se esqueça que uma vez em nossas conversas, eu estava te dizendo sobre jamais dizer NUNCA...e....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ela: Chega garoto, eu vou perder a minha viagem, eu NUNCA vou te amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ele: Espere....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ela foi embora, como ela havia dito iria noivar, aquilo machucou o coração dele por meses, pois ele não tinha noticias, não sabia nada sobre a garota que ele mais amava! &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Depois de 4meses e meio ele ficou sabendo que ela estava na cidade. E aquilo fez com que ele ficasse mais triste ainda, ele não comia direito, andava mau nos estudos, não dava atenção nem a sua familia, nem aos que diziam ser seus amigos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Quando ela voltou, ela foi na casa dele, pra ver se tinha noticias daquele que dizia ama-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ela: Henrique.... &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mãe dele: Oi Carolina. O que deseja?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ela: Vim ver o Henrique, preciso falar com ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mãe dele: Ele não quer receber nenhuma visita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ela: Diga que sou eu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mãe dele: Ele sabe quem é, e mesmo assim não quer receber visitas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ela: Tudo bem então, mais entregue esta fita ele, e diga que eu estarei o esperando amanhã às 10h da manhã, onde nos conhecemos pela primeira vez, lá naquele parquinho proximo a minha antiga casa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mãe dele: Ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mãe dele: Filho, Carolina veio aqui, e disse pra que te entregasse esta fita, e que se você quiser é pra encontra-la amanhã, às 10h da manhã naquele parquinho, onde vocês se encontraram pela primeira vez!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ele: Deixe ai, mãe! Obrigado!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Por minutos ele ficou ali olhando aquela fita, não sabia o que fazer, então resolveu ver o que tinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;No&amp;nbsp;vídeo&amp;nbsp;ela dizia assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Pois é, como esse mundo da voltas, depois daquela tarde em que você se declarou pra mim, resolvi adiar o meu noivado, pois não sabia se eu estaria fazendo a coisa certa, depois parece que um amor foi crescendo dentro dentro de mim, e PUF, eu estava te amando, no começo achei estranho, pois achei que nunca iria te amar, foi então que lembrei de quando você me disse, que jamais podemos dizer NUNCA, pois essa palavra é muito forte, e na maioria das vezes dizemos e depois acontece o contrario. Imaginei que você não quisesse falar comigo, por isso fiz esse&amp;nbsp;vídeo, aqui eu não consigo dizer tudo que estou sentido, pois estou guardando pra amanhã, espero que venha, pois preciso expor os meu sentimentos, TE AMO MUITO meu amor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Henrique chorou muito, pois sabia que de uma coisa ela havia se lembrado, de que&amp;nbsp;jamais&amp;nbsp;podemos dizer NUNCA, mais ele estava confuso, pois ela queria expor os seus sentimentos, mais da ultima vez, ela não deixou ele "EXPOR" os seus sentimentos. E isso era complicado..... &amp;nbsp;O que faria se estivesse no lugar de Henrique? E ai, as vezes achamos que é fácil tomar decisões, mas uma vez eu tomei uma decisão, por um lado foi bom, porque fiz a coisa certa, mais pelo outro foi ruim, pois perdi o grande amor da minha vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-745182631104952396?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/745182631104952396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/ele-estava-com-tanta-saudades-fico.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/745182631104952396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/745182631104952396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/ele-estava-com-tanta-saudades-fico.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-105993793487116598</id><published>2011-05-30T18:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T18:31:13.127-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lk2obsMjEJ1qedfm2o1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Desejar algo ou alguém!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Querer essa pessoa perto, somente pra sentir o conforto do seu abraço, o calor do seu beijo. Tudo tão simples e ao mesmo tempo tão complicado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-105993793487116598?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/105993793487116598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/desejar-algo-ou-alguem-querer-essa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/105993793487116598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/105993793487116598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/desejar-algo-ou-alguem-querer-essa.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-5564344161863739934</id><published>2011-05-30T18:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T18:23:48.272-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ll3yow2xGl1qejq5co1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Distância não dói.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;O que machuca de verdade é saber &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;que quem mais amo esta tão longe de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-5564344161863739934?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5564344161863739934/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/distancia-nao-doi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/5564344161863739934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/5564344161863739934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/distancia-nao-doi.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-3909292080538728191</id><published>2011-05-30T18:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T18:19:51.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwE-r4ssdPc/TdLUdrEEnbI/AAAAAAAAAM4/R-OlVxWFpuU/s1600/tumblr_l5z5cgtPmL1qcjwnso1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Parei de chorar, de tentar concertar tudo aquilo que um dia eu baguncei.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Fui em busca de tudo, mas simplismente não encontrei nada. Cansei de olhar para o horizonte e não enxergar nada, pelo fato de ter chorado tanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-3909292080538728191?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3909292080538728191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/parei-de-chorar-de-tentar-concertar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/3909292080538728191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/3909292080538728191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/parei-de-chorar-de-tentar-concertar.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwE-r4ssdPc/TdLUdrEEnbI/AAAAAAAAAM4/R-OlVxWFpuU/s72-c/tumblr_l5z5cgtPmL1qcjwnso1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-1431063512205600508</id><published>2011-05-30T06:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T06:02:19.213-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XuBLHfjmNxY/TeNcvL9yeTI/AAAAAAAAAWk/b2CrmTcPTeo/s1600/tumblr_lg1m4678uS1qfqk9po1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="157" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XuBLHfjmNxY/TeNcvL9yeTI/AAAAAAAAAWk/b2CrmTcPTeo/s400/tumblr_lg1m4678uS1qfqk9po1_500.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela:&lt;/strong&gt; sabe, em um certo dia, uma garota foi embora com a esperança de despertar a saudade em alguém, mas isso não aconteceu, na real, foi ela quem sentiu saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele:&lt;/strong&gt; ele sentiu, só não demonstrou. Uma pergunta, essa garota ainda se importa com aquele garoto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela:&lt;/strong&gt; ela se importa porque o ama, mas ela aprendeu que quando se ama, a gente deixa a pessoa ser feliz com quem ela quiser, e foi isso que ela fez, deixou ele ser feliz, mesmo não sendo com ela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-1431063512205600508?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/1431063512205600508/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/ela-sabe-em-um-certo-dia-uma-garota-foi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/1431063512205600508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/1431063512205600508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/ela-sabe-em-um-certo-dia-uma-garota-foi.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XuBLHfjmNxY/TeNcvL9yeTI/AAAAAAAAAWk/b2CrmTcPTeo/s72-c/tumblr_lg1m4678uS1qfqk9po1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-1227294188030493318</id><published>2011-05-28T17:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T17:49:50.593-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a1a2a; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kF9hubTtu4E/TCtmhG5OWnI/AAAAAAAAALc/ILOiN0X_eDA/s400/tumblr_l0e38lL6Gm1qa0na7o1_400_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Calada, o olhar perdido, o coração querendo sair pela boca e um filme de lembranças passando pela minha cabeça. Talvez a minha mãe que estava sentada ao meu lado não tenha percebido que eu estava sofrendo uma tempestade provocado por um homem que não sai da minha cabeça. A cada parada rezo para ele voltar e ao mesmo tempo desejo incontrolavelmente que ele fique mais um pouco. Nunca soube o que queria, te amo e ficamos separados.&amp;nbsp;Para os&amp;nbsp;outros isso é indecisão, em mim, chama-se loucura. Insanidade querer alguém que só me quer mal e eu, ciente disso, querer mesmo assim. Eu ainda sinto a tua falta, mas ainda não te perdoei. Porque se eu te perdoar eu volto e se eu voltar...Ah, não vai ser a mesma coisa! Mais eu sinto que o seu lugar é aqui!!!&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/5218196834290682024-1227294188030493318?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/1227294188030493318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/calada-o-olhar-perdido-o-coracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/1227294188030493318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/1227294188030493318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/calada-o-olhar-perdido-o-coracao.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kF9hubTtu4E/TCtmhG5OWnI/AAAAAAAAALc/ILOiN0X_eDA/s72-c/tumblr_l0e38lL6Gm1qa0na7o1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-9194523218816242939</id><published>2011-05-27T18:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T18:04:52.968-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yd1pm9XRCsU/TeAQdMJjOjI/AAAAAAAAAWg/uoFWt9R2lns/s1600/tumblr_lcpy05iotO1qdj5ulo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yd1pm9XRCsU/TeAQdMJjOjI/AAAAAAAAAWg/uoFWt9R2lns/s400/tumblr_lcpy05iotO1qdj5ulo1_500.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #131212;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;E nas fotografias eu encontrei uma grande amiga, a lembrança. Ao mesmo tempo em que ela é boa ela também sabe ser ruim, pois me faz lembrar os lindos momentos e de que simplesmente já se passaram e nunca mais &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;voltaram&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5218196834290682024-9194523218816242939?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/9194523218816242939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/e-nas-fotografias-eu-encontrei-uma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/9194523218816242939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/9194523218816242939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/e-nas-fotografias-eu-encontrei-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yd1pm9XRCsU/TeAQdMJjOjI/AAAAAAAAAWg/uoFWt9R2lns/s72-c/tumblr_lcpy05iotO1qdj5ulo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-5565441567671179751</id><published>2011-05-27T06:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T06:27:58.215-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.5pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a1a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;MV Boli&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;img alt="E quando você precisar de alguém para segurar sua mão, eu estarei aqui te protegendo.(heysweetgirl)" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llei2ezASd1qj987po1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.5pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'MV Boli'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Sinceramente não sei o que estou sentindo direito.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.5pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'MV Boli'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;A ferida deixada com a tua partida ainda tá cicatrizando, sabe? E se você voltar e depois quiser ir embora de novo, acho que não resisto. Seria muita crueldade da tua parte e azar da minha. Além do que não sei se ainda quero. Não por você, mas por mim. Esse tempo sozinha serviu para que eu reconhecesse minhas fraquezas e conhecesse minhas forças. Amadureci, e não só como pessoa, mas principalmente como mulher. E hoje na hora de tomar a melhor decisão, decido por mim, pelos meus sentimentos, pela minha vida e por minha felicidade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.5pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'MV Boli'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;E não pense, depois desse desabafo, que deixei de gostar de você. Eu apenas aprendi a gostar mais de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a1a2a;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-5565441567671179751?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5565441567671179751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/sinceramente-nao-sei-o-que-estou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/5565441567671179751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/5565441567671179751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/sinceramente-nao-sei-o-que-estou.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-1215099289020908896</id><published>2011-05-27T05:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T05:54:53.300-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g8aLwaAYz6w/Td9mbz1oIEI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Yk_RvgH-bmw/s1600/tumblr_ldw0tcEGuw1qcetkio1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g8aLwaAYz6w/Td9mbz1oIEI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Yk_RvgH-bmw/s400/tumblr_ldw0tcEGuw1qcetkio1_500.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Quando sentir a minha falta, pode ser tarde pra querer minha presença.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-1215099289020908896?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/1215099289020908896/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/quando-sentir-minha-falta-pode-ser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/1215099289020908896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/1215099289020908896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/quando-sentir-minha-falta-pode-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g8aLwaAYz6w/Td9mbz1oIEI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Yk_RvgH-bmw/s72-c/tumblr_ldw0tcEGuw1qcetkio1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-4601505372523441339</id><published>2011-05-26T06:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T06:18:12.517-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bh7YidCusgo/Td4ZspirW9I/AAAAAAAAAWY/Lw9LuD7gOd4/s1600/18113185.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bh7YidCusgo/Td4ZspirW9I/AAAAAAAAAWY/Lw9LuD7gOd4/s400/18113185.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Não interessa a sua opinião,&amp;nbsp;eu amo ela e ninguem pode interfirir nos meu sentimentos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Caso não goste,&lt;strong&gt; morra.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-4601505372523441339?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4601505372523441339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/nao-interessa-sua-opiniao-amo-ela-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/4601505372523441339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/4601505372523441339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/nao-interessa-sua-opiniao-amo-ela-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bh7YidCusgo/Td4ZspirW9I/AAAAAAAAAWY/Lw9LuD7gOd4/s72-c/18113185.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-5295504153207045694</id><published>2011-05-26T05:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T05:59:27.932-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JCtD2Q8jL8Y/Td4WDn7ah1I/AAAAAAAAAWU/DkFMZTwk7Qo/s1600/tumblr_ljb69earGW1qgwmuzo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JCtD2Q8jL8Y/Td4WDn7ah1I/AAAAAAAAAWU/DkFMZTwk7Qo/s400/tumblr_ljb69earGW1qgwmuzo1_500.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #131212;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fotos pela metade&lt;/strong&gt;, umas mostram só a boca, outras sós metade do rosto, tem umas que é só do corpo. &lt;strong&gt;Musicas barulhentas&lt;/strong&gt;, com aqueles vocalistas gritando, um som de bateria bem auto no fundo, aquelas eletrônicas, que quase é impossível de se dançar. &lt;strong&gt;Amizades diversas&lt;/strong&gt;, aquelas mais quietinhas, aquelas que botam fogo na onde estiverem, aquelas que os pais geralmente implicam, mas eles não estão nem ai pra isso. &lt;strong&gt;Amor diferente&lt;/strong&gt;, que acaba quando menos se espera causador de várias lágrimas e dores.&lt;strong&gt; Festinhas e festinhas&lt;/strong&gt;, que duram horas e horas, onde rola beijos e brigas. &lt;strong&gt;Ações admiráveis&lt;/strong&gt;, aquelas inevitáveis que causam risos, aquelas ações que às vezes acabam mal, aquelas que mostram mais do que deviam. &lt;strong&gt;Danças diferentes&lt;/strong&gt;, que os adultos olham e ficam admirados, ou então que olham e dizem: “&lt;strike&gt;Que porcaria é essa?&lt;/strike&gt;”. &lt;strong&gt;Adolescência&lt;/strong&gt;, a pior das melhores ou a melhor das piores fases da vida? Bom, seja qual for, é muito bom estar nela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5218196834290682024-5295504153207045694?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5295504153207045694/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/fotos-pela-metade-umas-mostram-so-boca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/5295504153207045694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/5295504153207045694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/fotos-pela-metade-umas-mostram-so-boca.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JCtD2Q8jL8Y/Td4WDn7ah1I/AAAAAAAAAWU/DkFMZTwk7Qo/s72-c/tumblr_ljb69earGW1qgwmuzo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-3315839089279235082</id><published>2011-05-25T06:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T06:03:01.460-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ukdzw9MJB90/TdzFUR-Aj_I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/XUbofkSznFI/s1600/tumblr_ljqi13KlmQ1qchzk7o1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ukdzw9MJB90/TdzFUR-Aj_I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/XUbofkSznFI/s400/tumblr_ljqi13KlmQ1qchzk7o1_400.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #131212;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Chegara o dia em que todo aquele castelo que você construiu, desmoronará. E então, será o dia em que você terá que levantar a cabeça e dizer:&lt;/span&gt; “&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Agora, eu faço minha própria moradia, não preciso de você&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;/em&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/5218196834290682024-3315839089279235082?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3315839089279235082/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/chegara-o-dia-em-que-todo-aquele.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/3315839089279235082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/3315839089279235082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/chegara-o-dia-em-que-todo-aquele.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ukdzw9MJB90/TdzFUR-Aj_I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/XUbofkSznFI/s72-c/tumblr_ljqi13KlmQ1qchzk7o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-1157300710734108027</id><published>2011-05-25T05:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T05:56:31.110-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nKVkhzZuISQ/TdzD__ugmeI/AAAAAAAAAWM/IQDaKsZwaRM/s1600/tumblr_li0jfg4DrI1qe60d0o1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nKVkhzZuISQ/TdzD__ugmeI/AAAAAAAAAWM/IQDaKsZwaRM/s400/tumblr_li0jfg4DrI1qe60d0o1_400.jpg" t8="true" width="338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #131212;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Não entendi o fato de sentir saudades de você. Afinal, só se sente saudades daquilo que nos fez bem, poxa, você nunca me fez bem, e eu sinto sua falta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5218196834290682024-1157300710734108027?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/1157300710734108027/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/nao-entendi-o-fato-de-sentir-saudades.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/1157300710734108027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/1157300710734108027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/nao-entendi-o-fato-de-sentir-saudades.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nKVkhzZuISQ/TdzD__ugmeI/AAAAAAAAAWM/IQDaKsZwaRM/s72-c/tumblr_li0jfg4DrI1qe60d0o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-2736612609650662080</id><published>2011-05-24T21:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T21:17:39.325-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #131212;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img class=" border ; opacidade" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkwh190kFI1qeq3xxo1_400.jpg" title="E essa vontade chata de chorar que não vai embora.(C.L.)" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #131212;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Sabe aquela musica que simplesmente descrevia a nossa &lt;strong&gt;LINDA&lt;/strong&gt; história? Então, hoje ela descreve outra, porque a nossa nem existe mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5218196834290682024-2736612609650662080?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/2736612609650662080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/sabe-aquela-musica-que-simplesmente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/2736612609650662080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/2736612609650662080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/sabe-aquela-musica-que-simplesmente.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-8678202631823669891</id><published>2011-05-24T20:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T20:05:10.774-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #131212;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ll97526PyG1qirc4mo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #131212;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;- Ele não veio falar com você mais, não é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #131212;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;- É. Mas também, não faço nem questão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #131212;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;- O seu &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;coração&lt;/span&gt; faz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5218196834290682024-8678202631823669891?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/8678202631823669891/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/ele-nao-veio-falar-com-voce-mais-nao-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/8678202631823669891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/8678202631823669891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/ele-nao-veio-falar-com-voce-mais-nao-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-2291647425060119733</id><published>2011-05-24T19:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T19:20:12.831-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lky6d9bEGp1qd6t3bo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Não se esqueça que quando você resolver mudar, eu estarei aqui pra te ajudar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Porque não basta você ficar&amp;nbsp;repetindo&amp;nbsp;que vai mudar, se nunca muda, você tem que tomar iniciativa e dizer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;strike&gt;"Eu vou mudar"&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; - &lt;u&gt;&lt;strike&gt;"Eu posso mudar"&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/u&gt; - &lt;u&gt;&lt;strike&gt;"Eu consigo mudar"&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/u&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/5218196834290682024-2291647425060119733?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/2291647425060119733/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/nao-se-esqueca-que-quando-voce-resolver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/2291647425060119733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/2291647425060119733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/nao-se-esqueca-que-quando-voce-resolver.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-7833913424399188645</id><published>2011-05-24T19:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T19:11:15.906-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://prontaparacrescer.co.cc/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ingenua.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;É realmente; talvez eu esteja sendo&amp;nbsp;ingênua&amp;nbsp;acreditando em um final feliz.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Mas ouvir dizer que a esperança é à ultima que morre&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/5218196834290682024-7833913424399188645?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7833913424399188645/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/e-realmente-talvez-eu-esteja-sendo-em.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/7833913424399188645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/7833913424399188645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/e-realmente-talvez-eu-esteja-sendo-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-4422409916840288254</id><published>2011-05-24T19:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T19:01:18.795-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sp7.fotolog.com.br/photo/55/15/42/lepereiira/1299343963274_f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;-Por que você só anda sozinha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;-Pra não ouvir:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;"Você não vai conseguir"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-4422409916840288254?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4422409916840288254/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/por-que-voce-so-anda-sozinha-pra-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/4422409916840288254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/4422409916840288254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/por-que-voce-so-anda-sozinha-pra-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-7325453244836079534</id><published>2011-05-24T18:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T18:58:07.242-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/6639101/tumblr_le5my2SWRs1qffirdo1_500_large.jpg?1296137203" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Por favor; quando tudo estiver perdido e não existir mais solução, me ajuda; porque ao seu lado eu quero estar&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/5218196834290682024-7325453244836079534?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7325453244836079534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/por-favor-quando-tudo-estiver-perdido-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/7325453244836079534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/7325453244836079534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/por-favor-quando-tudo-estiver-perdido-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-5820680917798826941</id><published>2011-05-22T07:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T07:14:39.511-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DamxpoM3PW4/Tdjgii8BSKI/AAAAAAAAAVo/mFyUBg0EeSI/s1600/tumblr_lkdfulr7ED1qdzsj2o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DamxpoM3PW4/Tdjgii8BSKI/AAAAAAAAAVo/mFyUBg0EeSI/s400/tumblr_lkdfulr7ED1qdzsj2o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só porque chorei, não quer dizer que sou infeliz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só porque sorri, não quer dizer que estou bem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só porque disse que superei, não quer dizer que não te amo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só porque me arrependi, não quer dizer que não gostei.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só porque vivi normalmente, não quer dizer que é bom ficar longe de você.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só porque alguém disse algo, não quer dizer que aconteceu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="border-bottom: windowtext; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .75pt; mso-element: para-border-div; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só porque tudo acabou não quer dizer que pode assinar o final dessa história, geralmente é necessário os dois fazer isso. E eu não quero.&lt;/em&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/5218196834290682024-5820680917798826941?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5820680917798826941/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-porque-chorei-nao-quer-dizer-que-sou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/5820680917798826941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/5820680917798826941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parei aqui, só pra observar a paisagem,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra simplesmente esquecer a vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas na minha cabeça, veio sua imagem,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como todos os dias.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bateu um frio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sim, é inverno, mas não foi externo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foi no coração, um leve arrepio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque eu sinto saudades,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E isso é de mim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não digo toda a verdade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não é pra você me ver assim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;È que tudo se transforma em dor,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O calor em frio,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O ódio em amor,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A saudade em arrepio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma simples tarde de inverno.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que me faz lembrar você,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É um coração interno,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que não agüenta mais sofrer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu busco nas paisagens,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A ternura.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas é nas suas imagens,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que me sinto segura.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo não estando aqui,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo não fazendo mais parte da minha vida,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo assim,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu coração te sentia... &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Sente-te ainda&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43Su4KRrNTo/TdjZgewrjMI/AAAAAAAAAVk/lp7JIZA171M/s72-c/tumblr_lf90sfgeKc1qcbhzyo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-4480607557846450825</id><published>2011-05-21T17:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T19:05:06.025-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Estrada da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://d.yimg.com/gg/u/7cec2a43e5534c57dfbb33dd595c541629600451.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;É perdendo o medo que agente tenta;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;É tentando que agente cai;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;É caindo que agente levanta;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;É levantando que agente aprende;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;É aprendendo que agente ensina;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;É ensinando que agente se torna professor da vida;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Essa é a estrada da vida, só tome cuidado, pois isso pode se repetir mais de uma vez.&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/5218196834290682024-4480607557846450825?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4480607557846450825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/estrada-da-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/4480607557846450825'/><link rel='self' 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MR2bguYtWw8/TbgYdmRY37I/AAAAAAAAAUg/FT35aUT2seA/s1600/Garotos+e+garotas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Ela:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt; Ei garoto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Ele:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt; Oi moça!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Ela:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt; Posso ser sua amiga?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;: Hum... Sim, mais por que isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Ela: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Ah ouvi disser que é de uma grande amizade, que nasce o amor!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Ele:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;E por que você demorou tanto, então?&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/5218196834290682024-5746638414223874714?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5746638414223874714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/ela-ei-garoto-ele-oi-moca-ela-posso-ser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/5746638414223874714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/5746638414223874714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/ela-ei-garoto-ele-oi-moca-ela-posso-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MR2bguYtWw8/TbgYdmRY37I/AAAAAAAAAUg/FT35aUT2seA/s72-c/Garotos+e+garotas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-5363521804491144368</id><published>2011-05-21T07:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T07:20:00.259-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EWwCX4FPz-o/TdeO_kTMDoI/AAAAAAAAAVc/NObfxJjis4g/s1600/tumblr_lknj6yeFGb1qcwnl2o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EWwCX4FPz-o/TdeO_kTMDoI/AAAAAAAAAVc/NObfxJjis4g/s400/tumblr_lknj6yeFGb1qcwnl2o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #131212;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu perderei minha&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a partir do momento em que você parar de&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;respirar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-8070011302681368993?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/8070011302681368993/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-perderei-minha-vida-partir-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/8070011302681368993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/8070011302681368993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-perderei-minha-vida-partir-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EWwCX4FPz-o/TdeO_kTMDoI/AAAAAAAAAVc/NObfxJjis4g/s72-c/tumblr_lknj6yeFGb1qcwnl2o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-1425418802104437267</id><published>2011-05-20T17:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T17:44:56.544-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="270" src="http://us10.meadd.com/photos/11/05/17/37/38499417.jpg" title="" width="464" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #131212;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Amiga:&lt;/span&gt; garanto que não serão em todas as horas felizes que ela estará presente, mas se for amiga de verdade, nas horas ruins, ela estará sempre ao seu lado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #131212;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Post dedicado a &lt;strong&gt;elas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-1425418802104437267?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/1425418802104437267/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/amiga-garanto-que-nao-serao-em-todas-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/1425418802104437267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/1425418802104437267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/amiga-garanto-que-nao-serao-em-todas-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-8531811539053049254</id><published>2011-05-20T17:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T17:32:32.648-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #131212;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="foto" height="640" onload="page_timing.photo_end = new Date().getTime()" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5220/5538179224_338f75111e_z.jpg" style="height: 412px; width: 361px;" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #131212;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #131212;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Só quero aprender a te esquecer, assim como aprendi a te amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/5218196834290682024-8531811539053049254?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/8531811539053049254/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-quero-aprender-te-esquecer-assim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/8531811539053049254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/8531811539053049254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-quero-aprender-te-esquecer-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5220/5538179224_338f75111e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-189455504729705623</id><published>2011-05-19T21:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T21:17:43.012-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSJgJ2ApUvRJLjff8LeDz8RegAu9n_lMWQu1Tlk6VxcFpuW62JA&amp;amp;t=1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Meu professor me disse que agente não ama pelo coração e sim pelo&amp;nbsp;celebro, mais ai vai uma pergunta.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Se eu eu te amo pelo celebro, porque é meu coração que toma as decisões, porque é meu coração que diz quem vai amar ou deixar de amar, e aiii. Por que?&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/5218196834290682024-189455504729705623?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/189455504729705623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/meu-professor-me-disse-que-agente-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/189455504729705623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/189455504729705623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/meu-professor-me-disse-que-agente-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-3337013384127184719</id><published>2011-05-19T21:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T21:11:53.808-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/5305188/tumblr_lcwlbo0tHI1qde60to1_500_thumb.jpg?1291465787" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Você me perdoa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;: Você se perdoaria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;: Não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;: Então por que eu deveria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;: Porque você é melhor do que eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;: Não sei se posso ser tão melhor assim. Por que você gosta de mim? Se é que você gosta…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;: O que te faz pensar que eu não gostaria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;: Quem gosta cuida. Você só sabe me machucar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;: Eu sou um idiota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;: Eu sei disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ele:&lt;/span&gt; Você quer saber por que eu gosto de você? Porque voce é minha unica chance de melhorar, porque eu sinto que sou alguém melhor quando estou com você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;: Você ao menos me conhece? Sabe minha música favorita? Sabe meu filme favorito? Minha comida favorita? Você sabe alguma coisa sobre mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;: Não…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;: Como você gosta de alguém que não conhece?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;Ele&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;: Eu posso não saber sua música, filme, ou comida favoritos, mas eu sei como você adora olhar pro céu, e como você fica encantada com a lua. Sei que você tampa a boca quando sorri porque odeia o jeito escandaloso que você abre a boca, e isso torna o seu sorriso a coisa mais meiga que eu já vi. Eu sei como você&amp;nbsp;finge&amp;nbsp;não sentir ciumes, só pra ver minha atitude. Sei como você diz tudo no olhar, como você adora assistir desenhos de manhã mesmo que isso te pareça infantil, e sei que odeia ser contrariada. Eu sei que você é romântica, mas odeia os romances infantis da TV. Sei que ouve todas as palavras do mundo e não se emociona, mas basta ouví-las em uma música e começa a chorar. Enfim, eu não me preocupo em saber coisas banais sobre você, eu me preocupo em enxergar coisas nas quais ninguém pensa em ver.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #414141; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Eu te amo, pelas pequenas coisas que existem em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-3337013384127184719?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3337013384127184719/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/ele-voce-me-perdoa-ela-voce-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/3337013384127184719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/3337013384127184719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/ele-voce-me-perdoa-ela-voce-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-2652530290017009669</id><published>2011-05-19T21:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T21:03:53.417-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2663/4136767701_4ab284ffa5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Algumas pessoas são como bolhas de sabão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Linda por fora e vazia por dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strike&gt;(Autor desconhecido)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/5218196834290682024-2652530290017009669?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/2652530290017009669/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/algumas-pessoas-sao-como-bolhas-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/2652530290017009669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/2652530290017009669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/algumas-pessoas-sao-como-bolhas-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2663/4136767701_4ab284ffa5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-7956484107850375666</id><published>2011-05-19T20:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T20:54:20.075-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8fRDRpwoWOA/Tc_6ZRgZ8bI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Hd4jNyro1Jg/s400/tumblr_ll8thwoqg01qam6r1o1_500_large.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Porque você destaca tanto os olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Porque quero que você preste atenção neles, pois só neles você ira encontrar verdades que jamais serão ditas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-7956484107850375666?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7956484107850375666/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/porque-voce-destaca-tanto-os-olhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/7956484107850375666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/7956484107850375666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/porque-voce-destaca-tanto-os-olhos.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8fRDRpwoWOA/Tc_6ZRgZ8bI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Hd4jNyro1Jg/s72-c/tumblr_ll8thwoqg01qam6r1o1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-6795852961041576168</id><published>2011-05-19T20:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T20:47:14.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a1a2a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OI-Nbf2RLys/TLIPhUueUYI/AAAAAAAAAjM/LG72e_VOV7w/s1600/DESABAFO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 22px;"&gt;Sincera mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;não sei o que estou sentindo direito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;(...)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;A ferida deixada com a tua partida ainda tá cicatrizando, sabe? E se você voltar e depois quiser ir embora de novo, acho que não resisto. Seria muita crueldade da tua parte e azar da minha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a1a2a;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Além do que não sei se ainda quero. Não por você, mas por mim. Esse tempo sozinha serviu para que eu reconhecesse minhas fraquezas e conhecesse minhas forças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt; (...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Amadureci, e não só como pessoa, mas principalmente como mulher. E hoje na hora de tomar a melhor decisão, decido por mim, pelos meus sentimentos, pela minha vida e por minha felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a1a2a;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;(...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;E não pense, depois desse desabafo, que deixei de gostar de você. Eu apenas aprendi a gostar mais de mim.&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/5218196834290682024-6795852961041576168?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6795852961041576168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/sincera-mente-sei-o-que-estou-sentindo_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/6795852961041576168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/6795852961041576168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/sincera-mente-sei-o-que-estou-sentindo_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OI-Nbf2RLys/TLIPhUueUYI/AAAAAAAAAjM/LG72e_VOV7w/s72-c/DESABAFO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-5762964818582262867</id><published>2011-05-19T20:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T20:31:27.857-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RlHZXqieKjY/TPRPAEez7OI/AAAAAAAAAKE/xQt_uboMAps/s1600/ILOVEYOU+Eu+vou+te+esperar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Vou esperar por você em todo lugar, mesmo sabendo que não vai volta , pois um dia você criou dentro do meu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strike&gt;coração&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;, um sentimento chamado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;, ele necessita de todo o seu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strike&gt;carinho&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt; e da sua p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strike&gt;resença&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-5762964818582262867?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5762964818582262867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/vou-esperar-por-voce-em-todo-lugar_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/5762964818582262867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/5762964818582262867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/vou-esperar-por-voce-em-todo-lugar_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RlHZXqieKjY/TPRPAEez7OI/AAAAAAAAAKE/xQt_uboMAps/s72-c/ILOVEYOU+Eu+vou+te+esperar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-5080424006508679818</id><published>2011-05-19T15:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T15:33:29.309-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thoughtsofyasmin.tumblr.com/post/5622003760"&gt;&lt;img alt="im-missingyoubaby:Aprendi que não se deve expor felicidade em vitrine. É muita gente olhando e sempre tem um desgraçado pra tacar uma pedra." id="pic" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llf2efGfJj1qcmfpro1_500.png" style="border-bottom: #a7a5a5 1px dashed; border-left: #a7a5a5 1px dashed; border-right: #a7a5a5 1px dashed; border-top: #a7a5a5 1px dashed;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #131212; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Eu sinto saudades sim, mas nem por isso irei demonstrar pra você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #131212; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Fica dica&lt;/em&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/5218196834290682024-5080424006508679818?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5080424006508679818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-sinto-saudades-sim-mas-nem-por-isso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/5080424006508679818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/5080424006508679818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-sinto-saudades-sim-mas-nem-por-isso.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-139049208125342285</id><published>2011-05-19T05:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T05:45:13.706-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f87syrBpL0U/TdTYePBrvgI/AAAAAAAAAU4/TUByjaUNd0s/s1600/tumblr_lkunkxnAMG1qh7503o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f87syrBpL0U/TdTYePBrvgI/AAAAAAAAAU4/TUByjaUNd0s/s400/tumblr_lkunkxnAMG1qh7503o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;1°&lt;/span&gt; ano estudando juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Eu não a conhecia. Só mesmo pelos meus amigos que diziam que ela era linda. Diziam-me que ela tinha os cabelos negros, ondulados e compridos, era simples de todas as formas, e sempre estava quieta, não falava com muita gente. E nunca largava de uma pequena agendinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;2°&lt;/span&gt; ano estudando juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Passei o primeiro ano pensando nela, não a conhecia, mas eu ficava imaginando com ela seria perfeita, especial e maravilhosa. No segundo ano, conheci outra garota, ela era a melhor amiga da menina que roubava os meus pensamentos. Um dia, ela leu algumas frases que a bela garota dos cabelos negros escrevia. E uma delas dizia: “Sonho? Que todos os outros se realizem.” O que será que estava acontecendo comigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;3°&lt;/span&gt; ano estudando juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Meus amigos disseram que ela estava namorando. Não sei por que, mas doeu tanto, foi como terem tentado me matar esfaqueado, e apenas ter me ferido. Até que um dia, ela veio até mim e disse que tinha se separado do namorando e queria ficar... Com meu irmão. Mais uma vez, sofri demais, eu chorei, mas mesmo assim eu disse pro meu irmão e eles ficaram (por muito tempo) juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Hoje&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;A garota dos cabelos negros se casou com meu irmão. Tem uma linda família, e me deixou feliz com isso. Mas pra dizer a verdade, hoje eu posso dizer que a amo e que sempre amei, pois eu nunca a vi na minha vida (sou cego desde criança). Mas mesmo assim, não enxergando, eu me apaixonei por ela, simplesmente por causa dos meus amigos. Ela fez da sua agendinha, um livro. Então eu pedi pra que o livro fosse traduzido em Braille. Eu li todo o livro, e no final estava escrito:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;Livro dedicado ao menino que nunca pode enxergar mais aprendeu a amar. Viveu uma vida, onde o mundo era a imagem que ele mesmo sonhava. Amou-me, mas me pergunto todas as noites porque ele nunca se declarou. Mas, pra dizer a verdade, eu também o amei, mas na minha adolescência, o meu orgulho me impediu de ser verdadeira até comigo mesma! Garoto dos olhos de mar, nunca deixe de sonhar com o mundo que você nunca viu, saiba que o seu mundo inventado é muito mais lindo do que o meu mundo real. Eu te amo secretamente (agora não mais), mas infelizmente já é tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5218196834290682024-139049208125342285?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/139049208125342285/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/1-ano-estudando-juntos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/139049208125342285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/139049208125342285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/1-ano-estudando-juntos.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f87syrBpL0U/TdTYePBrvgI/AAAAAAAAAU4/TUByjaUNd0s/s72-c/tumblr_lkunkxnAMG1qh7503o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-7028153091193050443</id><published>2011-05-18T13:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T13:26:27.338-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://sorriaedisfarce.tumblr.com/post/2366522428/e-incrivel-a-paz-que-a-musica-traz-pra-nossa"&gt;&lt;img alt="dreamandjustbelieve:É incrível a paz que a música traz pra nossa vidas. Parece até que ela te faz esquecer o mundo e todas as pessoas medíocres que vivem nele, mas é só você apertar e stop e você percebe que os seus problemas só estavam no pause. Hayley Williams." class="roundedtop" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldnglaXkhg1qdq2qto1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- No amor não há perdedor ou vencedor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Eu...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Hein, posso expor minha opinião?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Claro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Acho que no amor não tem que existir nenhum dos dois, mas existe. O perdedor é quem não deu valor em quem o amava, e o vencedor é quem sofreu e chorou por tanto tempo, acredite, ele é forte agora.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-7028153091193050443?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7028153091193050443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-amor-nao-ha-perdedor-ou-vencedor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/7028153091193050443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/7028153091193050443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-amor-nao-ha-perdedor-ou-vencedor.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-6187700628755618485</id><published>2011-05-18T13:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T13:11:44.947-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://littlesnake.tumblr.com/post/4969508588/sorria-quando-acordar-sorria-quando-ver-o-sol"&gt;&lt;img alt="SORRIA quando acordarSORRIA quando ver o solSORRIA quando sentir o vento em sua peleSORRIA sem motivos.Simplesmente SORRIA por ainda estar aqui." src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkaa0dS6Zh1qe75q0o1_400.gif" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Sorriso:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt; São todos verdadeiros? Nunca se sabe. Pra ser sincero, no sorriso se esconde mais do que se imagina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-6187700628755618485?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6187700628755618485/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/sorriso-sao-todos-verdadeiroa-nunca-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/6187700628755618485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/6187700628755618485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/sorriso-sao-todos-verdadeiroa-nunca-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-8182552030395917697</id><published>2011-05-18T12:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T13:14:40.722-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://mylovesandreams.tumblr.com/post/3889123658/e-a-esperanca-continua-sussurrando-nao-desista-o"&gt;&lt;img alt="maybeistrueornot:E a esperança continua sussurrando “Não desista, o melhor ainda está por vir.’’" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_li4mr6fF801qcvvrao1_500.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que a gente constrói a dois, a distância destrói sozinha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;﻿Por:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;@estheissycampos&lt;/em&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/5218196834290682024-8182552030395917697?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/8182552030395917697/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-que-gente-controi-dois-distancia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/8182552030395917697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/8182552030395917697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-que-gente-controi-dois-distancia.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-6075796373773295188</id><published>2011-05-17T22:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T22:15:05.313-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://invisivelamor.tumblr.com/post/4043829645/o-que-mais-me-assusta-e-a-maldade-no-coracao-das"&gt;&lt;img alt="boysfelings:O que mais me assusta é a maldade no coração das pessoas.Renato Russo" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_liiip3R8dn1qgloa9o1_500.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;No pequeno espaço de um segundo. O silêncio foi rompido pelo meu grito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5218196834290682024-6075796373773295188?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6075796373773295188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-pequeno-espaco-de-um-segundo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/6075796373773295188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/6075796373773295188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-pequeno-espaco-de-um-segundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-943394014831662173</id><published>2011-05-17T22:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T22:05:39.712-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wherevwhereveryouwere.tumblr.com/post/5053672701/ja-ouvi-te-amo-de-pessoas-que-hoje-nao-me"&gt;&lt;img alt="Já ouvi te amo de pessoas que hoje não me falam nem oi." src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkfth76bMt1qe1bhdo1_250.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; Eu quero ficar com você, eu quero poder te ver novamente. E quando eu fizer isso, quero que o&amp;nbsp;tempo pare. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Irônico como é tão fácil desejar as coisas impossíveis. &lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;Porque né&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-943394014831662173?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/943394014831662173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-quero-ficar-com-voce-eu-quero-poder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/943394014831662173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/943394014831662173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-quero-ficar-com-voce-eu-quero-poder.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-6787633672529308730</id><published>2011-05-17T19:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T19:24:07.934-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bárbÿ Victórÿÿa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Às vezes prefiro ficar sozinha, me isolar do mundo, só pra poder pensar um pouco mais antes de fazer qualquer coisa, pois uma coisa eu sei, perdi varias pessoas que eram essenciais na minha vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;(...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Poxa! Quando eu era criança, imaginava o meu próprio mundo, tinha amigos imaginários, adorava falar sozinha, mas com o tempo eles foram desaparecendo, e eu comecei a conhecer o amor; nossa como machucava saber que ninguém tinha me falado sobre o amor, talvez se eu soubesse eu teria evitado, ou talvez não, pois como sou uma pessoa curiosa e gosto de cair sozinha, não teria dado bola. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt; É em alguns pontos a vida foi bem cruel comigo, tive varias decepções de pessoas que andavam lado á lado comigo, mas essa é a realidade da vida! Hoje, não digo que sei todas as perguntas da vida, e nem todas as resposta do amor, não digo que sou super feliz, mas digo que tive varias realizações e varias decepções, digo também que agora eu sei qual escolha a se fazer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Pois a vida será sempre uma caixinha de surpresas, onde o brinquedo será eu e você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;. Mas nunca se esqueça; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;O brinquedo um dia quebra, e as vezes não existe concerto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-6787633672529308730?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6787633672529308730/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/barby-victoryya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/6787633672529308730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/6787633672529308730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/barby-victoryya.html' title='Bárbÿ Victórÿÿa'/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-4051252581053609253</id><published>2011-05-17T05:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T05:52:00.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BfRMMjqdgyY/TdI2-A4olJI/AAAAAAAAAU0/jhoY15oQna8/s1600/tumblr_lkcc91aj521qdzr0ro1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BfRMMjqdgyY/TdI2-A4olJI/AAAAAAAAAU0/jhoY15oQna8/s400/tumblr_lkcc91aj521qdzr0ro1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Não vai adiantar eu chorar, gritar, xingar, me isolar, eu sei. Mas garanto, vai ajudar um pouquinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/5218196834290682024-4051252581053609253?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4051252581053609253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/nao-vai-adiantar-eu-chorar-gritar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/4051252581053609253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/4051252581053609253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/nao-vai-adiantar-eu-chorar-gritar.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BfRMMjqdgyY/TdI2-A4olJI/AAAAAAAAAU0/jhoY15oQna8/s72-c/tumblr_lkcc91aj521qdzr0ro1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-3759021057919236230</id><published>2011-05-17T05:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T05:44:10.289-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dricca Castro !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;“Sabe, todos temos uma infância e uma adolescência. Digamos que estou entre essas duas fases da vida. Algumas coisas não desgrudaram de mim desde a minha infância, por outro lado, coisas novas apareceram na minha vida, como o bendito Amor adolescente. Não da pra dizer, que já vivi muitos amores. Pois esta fase só esta começando. Mas posso dizer que algumas paixões que vivi, pode servir de experiência pra mim mesma. Alguém poderia ter me dado instruções sobre o amor, quando eu ainda era criança. Mas não, nenhum adulto fez isso. (...) Como era tudo mais fácil. Apesar, que tem algumas semelhanças, por exemplo: na minha infância, quando queria ficar sozinha, ia pra televisão, assistir desenho, entrava em um mundo de fantasia, um mundo onde tudo era encantado e eu era feliz. Hoje, na adolescência, quando quero ficar só, vou pro quarto ou então computador, sabe isso me faz bem. Só assim, eu posso inventar um mundo só meu, onde sou feliz, e não há quem me faça chorar e sofrer. (...) Não entendo o porquê de tanta interrogação na minha vida. Poderia ser tudo tão fácil se as perguntas fossem teóricas. Seria tão mais agradável, se deixassem escrever a minha vida. Sei que só depende de mim, fazer dos sonhos realidades, só que como fazer isso tudo sozinha? Não dá não é? Por isso eu ainda prefiro inventar o meu mundo e fazer de tudo uma eterna fantasia. Se caso um dia eu cair das nuvens, tudo bem. Pelo menos eu não vou crescer com a alma impura, eu vou poder dizer aos meus herdeiros o quanto é bom sonhar.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5218196834290682024-3759021057919236230?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3759021057919236230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/dricca-castro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/3759021057919236230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/3759021057919236230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/dricca-castro.html' title='Dricca Castro !'/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-6295584585585837428</id><published>2011-05-16T18:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T18:03:57.868-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desabafo de uma jovem:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: small; text-align: center; text-decoration: underline line-through;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cherylcolebrasil.com/cutenews/data/upimages/cheryl_chorando.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-decoration: underline line-through;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black; text-decoration: underline line-through;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Porra&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black; text-decoration: underline line-through;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;já tô cansada de sofrer!!! Amar, chorar, sofrer, sorrir, será que vale a pena fazer tudo isso. E o ODIO que estou sentindo, raiva por ter te perdido, fantasma estão me atormentando, estou com medo de que você possa voltar pra mim e novamente me fazer sofrer. Não quero mais sofrer por amor! puty's eu tô chorando que nem uma boba, porque vocc faz isso! Porque esse amor me machuca tanto? Porque ele não vai embora de uma vez!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-6295584585585837428?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6295584585585837428/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/desabafo-de-uma-jovem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/6295584585585837428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/6295584585585837428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/desabafo-de-uma-jovem.html' title='Desabafo de uma jovem:'/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-5659152403654180902</id><published>2011-05-16T17:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T17:25:08.671-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQMc2zL0pv0/TSZYgtPgUFI/AAAAAAAABMg/tjyYQnWyXJA/s1600/O-Amor-e-cego-e-a-Loucura-acompanha-o-sempre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Eu tinha dois caminhos e&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;duas escolhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Preferi&amp;nbsp;fazer primeiro as escolhas, pois o caminho, Deus vai me guiar!!!&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/5218196834290682024-5659152403654180902?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5659152403654180902/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-tinha-dois-caminhos-e-duas-escolhas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/5659152403654180902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/5659152403654180902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-tinha-dois-caminhos-e-duas-escolhas.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQMc2zL0pv0/TSZYgtPgUFI/AAAAAAAABMg/tjyYQnWyXJA/s72-c/O-Amor-e-cego-e-a-Loucura-acompanha-o-sempre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-597636588907010121</id><published>2011-05-16T16:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T16:48:38.687-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lc3btrb2pi1qdt5vpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Não importa o que você pensa, importa o que eu sinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5218196834290682024-597636588907010121?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/597636588907010121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/nao-importa-o-que-voce-pensa-importa-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/597636588907010121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/597636588907010121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/nao-importa-o-que-voce-pensa-importa-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-3437251531591212185</id><published>2011-05-16T16:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T16:14:14.558-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lk148emf7e1qi3r8eo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Tudo estava indo mal, quando te conheci e tudo piorou mais ainda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5218196834290682024-3437251531591212185?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3437251531591212185/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/tudo-estava-indo-mal-quando-te-conheci.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/3437251531591212185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/3437251531591212185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/tudo-estava-indo-mal-quando-te-conheci.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-1884836211041159179</id><published>2011-05-16T12:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T12:30:07.581-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dançar; Mexer; Extravasar; Divertir; Ser feliz; Contagiar; Viver.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_liblelN62w1qemjy7.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;“Oi, eu tenho um &lt;u&gt;don&lt;/u&gt;, sabia? Eu danço muito. Pois é, garanto que você não dança como eu. É que assim, eu não sigo um passo só, eu não copio coreografias, eu faço os meus movimentos, e garanto, são bem divertidos. Geralmente não tenho platéia grande demais, só o meu&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt; espelho&lt;/span&gt; mesmo. Ele adora, tanto é que nem se mexe e fica mostrando pra mim como estou indo bem. Não faço questão de que me elogiem, eu danço por prazer, eu danço pra me divertir. Não sou profissional, não tento agradar ninguém, não tenho um estilo só, curto de tudo, danço de tudo, e da minha forma. Pra mim, dançar não quer dizer apenas &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;“dançar”&lt;/span&gt;, pra mim significa ser &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;feliz&lt;/span&gt;, significa expor sua &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;criatividade&lt;/span&gt; para si própria. I &lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; Dance. Tchau.”&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/5218196834290682024-1884836211041159179?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/1884836211041159179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/dancar-mexer-extravasar-divertir-ser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/1884836211041159179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/1884836211041159179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/dancar-mexer-extravasar-divertir-ser.html' title='Dançar; Mexer; Extravasar; Divertir; Ser feliz; Contagiar; Viver.'/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-7477714590729714594</id><published>2011-05-16T11:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T11:55:43.786-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Q8a2x3FsiE/TdE61vKACyI/AAAAAAAAAUs/8VP8sh6SjSA/s1600/tumblr_ldqqcva4Ij1qdyjxno1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Q8a2x3FsiE/TdE61vKACyI/AAAAAAAAAUs/8VP8sh6SjSA/s400/tumblr_ldqqcva4Ij1qdyjxno1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Eu abri os olhos pro mundo, e quase fiquei cega com tanta falsidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5218196834290682024-7477714590729714594?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7477714590729714594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-abri-os-olhos-pro-mundo-e-quase.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/7477714590729714594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/7477714590729714594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-abri-os-olhos-pro-mundo-e-quase.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Q8a2x3FsiE/TdE61vKACyI/AAAAAAAAAUs/8VP8sh6SjSA/s72-c/tumblr_ldqqcva4Ij1qdyjxno1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-7780979932216327430</id><published>2011-05-16T11:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T11:07:00.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-blzyNrjj9JA/TdEvSWCZqBI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Gk39WPm2s-k/s1600/tumblr_lad6lsbI6j1qdp41qo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-blzyNrjj9JA/TdEvSWCZqBI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Gk39WPm2s-k/s400/tumblr_lad6lsbI6j1qdp41qo1_500.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 class="contact-import-component" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 class="contact-import-component" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por enquanto estou inventando a tua presença.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="contact-import-component" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Clarice Lispector&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/5218196834290682024-7780979932216327430?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7780979932216327430/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/por-enquanto-estou-inventando-tua.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/7780979932216327430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/7780979932216327430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/por-enquanto-estou-inventando-tua.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-blzyNrjj9JA/TdEvSWCZqBI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Gk39WPm2s-k/s72-c/tumblr_lad6lsbI6j1qdp41qo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-3036029620353630349</id><published>2011-05-16T10:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T10:28:28.728-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dricca e Lanna !</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Boom dia !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Gente, nós (&lt;strike&gt;Dricca&amp;amp;Lanna&lt;/strike&gt;) fomos viajar pra&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; Aparecida do Norte&lt;/span&gt; neste sábado que passou&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; _o/\o_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;foi ótimo. A viagem foi cansativa, mas até que foi divertido. Saimos de Promissão, 21:30, chegamos lá 6:30 da manhã. Ain, estava-mos morrendo de sono.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Bom, era bem diferente do que pensavamos, mas até que era interessante. Awnnt' a igreja é linda demais *--*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Andamos muito mesmo, visitamos a sala da promessa, a antiga igreja, o shopping e etc. Depois, fomos pra cidade, na feirinha mesmo lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Compramos algumas coisas, só que pelo amor de Deus, a feirinha é pior que a 25 de março&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ¬¬' Ficamos até com dor de cabeça. :/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Depois fomos comer, e voltamos pro ônibus. Bom como estavamos cansadas, durmimos e durmimos. #HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Acordamos era umas 14:30, saimos de lá 15:45. Ain, quantas horas de viagem,&amp;nbsp;poha quanse morremos na volta. Mas pelo menos eu vi a cidade Guarulhos e Tatuapé. OBS: Vi, uma cena meio estranha na beira da pista, mas nem reparei direito, prefiri nem querer saber o que estava acontecendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Ainda, pra ajudar, quando chegamos em Promissão, já era 1:00 da manhã, e andamos um pouco até chegarmos em casa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Foi cansativo sim, mais valeu apena. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Espero que tenham gostado. Beijos com carinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Por:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Dricca e Lanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-3036029620353630349?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3036029620353630349/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/dricca-e-lanna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/3036029620353630349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/3036029620353630349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/dricca-e-lanna.html' title='Dricca e Lanna !'/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-5021146524073543735</id><published>2011-05-16T09:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T09:51:42.467-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SU___5OnJhE/TdEcVPvmI7I/AAAAAAAAAUk/aLHY3U6ZZL8/s1600/tumblr_lgy0qkBTpx1qh2uh3o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="393" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SU___5OnJhE/TdEcVPvmI7I/AAAAAAAAAUk/aLHY3U6ZZL8/s400/tumblr_lgy0qkBTpx1qh2uh3o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;Eu quis ir embora, eu quis desistir de tudo, do mundo. E tudo isso porque um dia você desistiu de &lt;u&gt;mim&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-5021146524073543735?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5021146524073543735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-quis-ir-embora-eu-quis-desistir-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/5021146524073543735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/5021146524073543735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-quis-ir-embora-eu-quis-desistir-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SU___5OnJhE/TdEcVPvmI7I/AAAAAAAAAUk/aLHY3U6ZZL8/s72-c/tumblr_lgy0qkBTpx1qh2uh3o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-1943500839173185530</id><published>2011-05-14T16:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T16:54:30.572-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l94cxur6Yc1qbi1gro1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Você luta contra tudo e todos, desde que aja um ótimo motivo, ou simplesmente uma pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-1943500839173185530?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/1943500839173185530/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/voce-luta-contra-tudo-e-todos-desde-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/1943500839173185530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/1943500839173185530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/voce-luta-contra-tudo-e-todos-desde-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-8375315479942678877</id><published>2011-05-14T15:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T15:09:16.495-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lc1jvcxZw91qdgi4do1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;Sabem meninos, algumas meninas não merecem o que vocês sentem por elas. Outras, não merecem o que vocês fazem com elas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5218196834290682024-8375315479942678877?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/8375315479942678877/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/sabem-meninos-algumas-meninas-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/8375315479942678877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/8375315479942678877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/sabem-meninos-algumas-meninas-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-9119489025667699083</id><published>2011-05-14T14:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T14:35:53.997-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcieg31cAL1qedfm2o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nome:&lt;/strong&gt; Choro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Função:&lt;/strong&gt; Molhar o&amp;nbsp;teclado, o&amp;nbsp;travesseiro, o&amp;nbsp;ombro da amiga, disfarça-se com as gotas de água que caem do chuveiro e se esconder atrás de um sorriso falso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5218196834290682024-9119489025667699083?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/9119489025667699083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/nome-choro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/9119489025667699083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/9119489025667699083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/nome-choro.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-244145743873117369</id><published>2011-05-14T14:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T14:26:31.672-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lco975ZsJA1qedfm2o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há três coisas na vida que nunca voltam atrás: a flecha lançada, a palavra pronunciada e a oportunidade perdida.&lt;/em&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/5218196834290682024-244145743873117369?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/244145743873117369/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/ha-tres-coisas-na-vida-que-nunca-voltam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/244145743873117369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/244145743873117369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/ha-tres-coisas-na-vida-que-nunca-voltam.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-6266337487479504068</id><published>2011-05-14T07:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T07:32:37.520-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ohrib7kygVM/Tc5aIeEyjGI/AAAAAAAAAUg/2XQTAu3YOcw/s1600/tumblr_lgb7biOOeY1qeq3xxo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ohrib7kygVM/Tc5aIeEyjGI/AAAAAAAAAUg/2XQTAu3YOcw/s400/tumblr_lgb7biOOeY1qeq3xxo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Ele: Porque não some da minha vida?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Ela: Tem certeza? Se eu for, nunca mais volto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5218196834290682024-6266337487479504068?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6266337487479504068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/ele-porque-nao-some-da-minha-vida-ela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/6266337487479504068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/6266337487479504068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/ele-porque-nao-some-da-minha-vida-ela.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ohrib7kygVM/Tc5aIeEyjGI/AAAAAAAAAUg/2XQTAu3YOcw/s72-c/tumblr_lgb7biOOeY1qeq3xxo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-6696958127523350395</id><published>2011-05-14T02:06:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T02:08:14.128-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;Tô pensando em te excluir do meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a1a2a; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;orkut.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a1a2a; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;Isso é o cúmulo da crueldade, você me&amp;nbsp; conhece bem, e nem adianta negar, sabe que&amp;nbsp; minha curiosidade é atrevida. É&amp;nbsp; óbvio que eu não vou resistir em vasculhar tua vida&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;OnLine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Conhecer e reconhecer teus amigos e amigas, bisbilhotar e admirar tuas fotos. E tudo estará bem enquanto os teus álbuns revelarem situações engraçadas e amigos incomuns. Tudo estará bem enquanto o teu estado for solteiro e a foto e o nome do perfil for só o teu. Mas tudo muda. E aí um belo dia, seca de curiosidade, abrirei o meu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: #2a1a2a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;orkut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a1a2a;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;e serei notificada das tuas atualizações. E vai doer tanto ter que constatar as alterações feitas não só no teu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;orkut&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, mas também na tua vida. Aquela foto na qual você está com um lindo sorriso no perfil foi trocada por uma&amp;nbsp; que tem você e ela, o&amp;nbsp;seu nome vem acompanhado do nome dela e os álbuns retratam a atual felicidade dos dois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Pior é constatar que&amp;nbsp;ela nem é tão bonita assim e que fuçando o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;orkut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a1a2a;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;dela concluo que&amp;nbsp;ela nem&amp;nbsp;gosta das mesmas coisas que você e que por mais que vocês se esforcem&amp;nbsp;nas poses para parecer um casal, não possuem a harmonia&amp;nbsp;exigida para tal. Os depoimentos dela são vazios, o que demonstra a sua incapacidade criativa - e eu só queria&amp;nbsp;enfatizar que você se cansa rápido das coisas, sendo assim, criatividade é fundamental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;E mesmo sabendo que essa tentativa rídicula de romance de novela das seis não vai dar certo eu me entristeço, me revolto e passo a me comportar como a vilã da história criando fakes falsos para instalar a desconfiança e discórdia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;No início é engraçado, ocupo-me em atormentar a vida da minha rival até que ela se cansa e quando dou por mim, ela já saiu do teu orkut e das nossas vidas. Mas a felicidade é rápida porque logo outras virão e eu, sinceramente, quero mesmo é ser a mocinha à espera do príncipe, afinal a vilã nunca tem um final feliz.&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/5218196834290682024-6696958127523350395?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6696958127523350395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/to-pensando-em-te-excluir-do-meu-orkut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/6696958127523350395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/6696958127523350395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/to-pensando-em-te-excluir-do-meu-orkut.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-1486072508934067849</id><published>2011-05-14T01:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T01:56:06.691-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.5pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a_PBR1Gp8PQ/TYvgbMlkvnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/kNQ7UQWW_50/s1600/1299719177532_f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;Sincera mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16.5pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;não sei o que estou sentindo direito.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.5pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;A ferida deixada com a tua partida ainda tá cicatrizando, sabe? E se você voltar e depois quiser ir embora de novo, acho que não resisto. Seria muita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;crueldade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt; da tua parte e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;azar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt; da minha. Além do que não sei se ainda quero. Não por você, mas por mim. Esse tempo sozinha serviu para que eu reconhecesse minhas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;fraquezas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt; e conhecesse minhas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;forças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;. Amadureci, e não só como pessoa, mas principalmente como mulher. E hoje na hora de tomar a melhor decisão, decido por mim, pelos meus sentimentos, pela minha vida e por minha felicidade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.5pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;E não pense, depois desse desabafo, que deixei de gostar de você. Eu apenas aprendi a gostar mais de mim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" 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/5218196834290682024-1486072508934067849?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/1486072508934067849/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/sincera-mente-sei-o-que-estou-sentindo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/1486072508934067849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/1486072508934067849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/sincera-mente-sei-o-que-estou-sentindo.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a_PBR1Gp8PQ/TYvgbMlkvnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/kNQ7UQWW_50/s72-c/1299719177532_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-8610532861655979482</id><published>2011-05-13T21:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T21:38:14.951-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcof90cBT31qdr6who1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já era tarde. Como qualquer adolescente, esta eu na internet. Fugindo da realidade, me desabafando comigo mesma, um mundo onde eu quem escrevia as falas dos personagens. Queria que fosse assim à vida real. Bom... Tem horas que ao invés de estar escrevendo, me pego pensando em algo que aconteceu, ou que talvez devesse ter acontecido. Olho fotografias, não dá pra conter, as lágrimas caem. -Por quê? Eu fiz algo errado?- Eu quero entender o que sinto por você. Eu disse que não havia me afetado em nada, mas de alguma forma, que eu não sei qual, me afetou. Por momentos, pequenos momentos, eu sorrio, mas é pouco pra me fazer feliz. Não chorei na frente de ninguém, somente uma vez, mas eu tive motivo. Em outras ocasiões, eu me fiz de forte. –Sou boa nisso. - Então, quando tudo já parece ter perdido o sentido pra mim, quando já não tem ninguém em que eu possa confiar, eu vejo sua fotografia. Mesmo com qualquer sentimento ruim que eu tenha por você, sim, você ainda consegue me fazer sorrir até mesmo sem sua presença corporal. Você tira de mim o sorriso, que ninguém mais tira. Obrigada por tudo mesmo, até por ter me feito sofrer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&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-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;1° Página - Diário &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;D'Castro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5218196834290682024-8610532861655979482?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/8610532861655979482/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/ja-era-tarde.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/8610532861655979482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/8610532861655979482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/ja-era-tarde.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-6203938676727586861</id><published>2011-05-13T20:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T20:56:25.229-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcq4bvaPaS1qedfm2o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria ter tido coragem e tempo o suficiente para ter te dito tudo aquilo que ensaiei na frente do espelho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-6203938676727586861?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6203938676727586861/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/queria-ter-tido-coragem-e-tempo-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/6203938676727586861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/6203938676727586861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/queria-ter-tido-coragem-e-tempo-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-6738083789070850337</id><published>2011-05-13T20:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T20:23:07.077-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkqdp6eoyJ1qcr1lao1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016;"&gt;Ele:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a6a6a6; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 166;"&gt;Te amo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="color: #7030a0; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016;"&gt;Ela:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a6a6a6; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 166;"&gt;Se me amasse teria lutado pelo nosso amor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016;"&gt;Ele:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a6a6a6; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 166;"&gt;Mas do que lutei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="color: #7030a0; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016;"&gt;Ela:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a6a6a6; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 166;"&gt;Ir embora? Isso é lutar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016;"&gt;Ele:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a6a6a6; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 166;"&gt;Mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="color: #7030a0; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016;"&gt;Ela:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a6a6a6; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 166;"&gt;Não, quem ama luta até o fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016;"&gt;Ele:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a6a6a6; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 166;"&gt;Mas e as provas de amor que fiz pra ti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="color: #7030a0; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016;"&gt;Ela:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a6a6a6; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 166;"&gt;Qual? Uma tatuagem com meu nome? Nunca ti pedi esse tipo de prova.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016;"&gt;Ele:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a6a6a6; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 166;"&gt;O que queria que fizesse então?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="color: #7030a0; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016;"&gt;Ela:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a6a6a6; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 166;"&gt;Permanecesse ao meu lado até o fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016;"&gt;Ele:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a6a6a6; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 166;"&gt;Como, se havia obstáculos que nos separavam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="color: #7030a0; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016;"&gt;Ela:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a6a6a6; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 166;"&gt;O amor vence os obstáculos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016;"&gt;Ele:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a6a6a6; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 166;"&gt;Eu tive medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="color: #7030a0; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016;"&gt;Ela:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="color: #7030a0; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="color: #a6a6a6; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 166;"&gt;O amor vence o medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="color: #7030a0; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016;"&gt;Ele:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a6a6a6; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 166;"&gt;Eu sei que errei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="color: #7030a0; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016;"&gt;Ela:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a6a6a6; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 166;"&gt;Deveria ter pensado antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016;"&gt;Ele:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a6a6a6; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 166;"&gt;Eu preciso de uma segunda chance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="color: #7030a0; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016;"&gt;Ela:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a6a6a6; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 166;"&gt;O ódio não da uma segunda chance! Fez-me sofrer, hoje eu recuperei, mas o ódio está guardado e luto pra que o amor floresça dentro de mim novamente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016;"&gt;Ele: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="color: #a6a6a6; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 166;"&gt;Posso até ter errado com a minha decisão, mais eu nunca saberia se eu tivesse tentado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" 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/5218196834290682024-6738083789070850337?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6738083789070850337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/ele-te-amo-ela-se-me-amasse-teria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/6738083789070850337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/6738083789070850337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/ele-te-amo-ela-se-me-amasse-teria.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-7902071794842207128</id><published>2011-05-13T19:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T19:05:40.323-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_leuddd6UMA1qb9ypso1_500.jpg" /&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Sabendo que nada seria como antes, eu ainda persisti na nossa história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Sabendo que errei ao te amar, eu não quis te deixar, te tirar da minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Sabendo que eu sofreria, eu não quis acreditar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Sabendo que teria que lutar sozinha, eu ainda lutei, mesmo sem sua ajuda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Sabendo que não me amava, eu ainda te clamava, e dizia; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-7902071794842207128?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7902071794842207128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/sabendo-que-nada-seria-como-antes-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/7902071794842207128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/7902071794842207128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/sabendo-que-nada-seria-como-antes-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-859521680696808950</id><published>2011-05-13T18:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T19:04:17.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldju37R1oK1qdyunwo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Psiu&lt;/strike&gt;! Porque quando criança, não me avisou o quanto o amor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;machuca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;? Eu poderia ter me preparado mais pra o&amp;nbsp;enfrentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-859521680696808950?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/859521680696808950/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/psiu-porque-quando-crianca-nao-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/859521680696808950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/859521680696808950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/psiu-porque-quando-crianca-nao-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-2782360507649984923</id><published>2011-05-13T17:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T17:51:17.077-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldkzodDciM1qedfm2o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sim, eu vivo de sonhos, porque a realidade esta &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;péssima&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&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/5218196834290682024-2782360507649984923?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/2782360507649984923/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/sim-eu-vivo-de-sonhos-porque-realidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/2782360507649984923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/2782360507649984923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/sim-eu-vivo-de-sonhos-porque-realidade.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-1140264265960227134</id><published>2011-05-13T17:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T17:42:19.774-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldh1khS53t1qepfuzo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Infelizmente, a pessoa que me faz sorrir, esta procurando a felicidade nos braços de outro alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5218196834290682024-1140264265960227134?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/1140264265960227134/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/infelizmente-pessoa-que-me-faz-sorrir.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/1140264265960227134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/1140264265960227134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/infelizmente-pessoa-que-me-faz-sorrir.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-6687048276217176445</id><published>2011-05-13T17:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T17:39:09.424-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldjrde1EZ81qcbtufo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Hoje acordei com certo pressentimento de que não seria o melhor dia. Acordei com o coração vazio, com o rosto banhado a lagrimas. Mas eu juro que não sabia que havia chorado. Acordei infeliz, não tive pesadelo algum, foram lembranças, nem mesmo sonhos, apenas passado que não voltam mais. E que infelizmente, são impossíveis de se esquecer. Eu acordei com uma voz dizendo ”&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Não levante, em hipótese alguma’’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Por que será? Voz que simplesmente ecoa em minha cabeça, vem da onde? Eu acordei com ela, ela falava me atormentava. Sim, ela mencionava seu nome, mas nessas horas, meu ouvido negava a escutar o que ela diria. Não, eu não senti nada. Não me submeti a tentar entender o que ela queria-me dizer sobre você. Resolvi obedecer, resolvi que nada me tiraria dali. Eu acordei, pensando em você. No relógio, as horas pararam me senti em um mundo que não era meu. Por quê? Bom... O “&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;” mundo, só será “&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;” novamente, quando eu começar a acordar do seu lado, e ver você sorrindo pra mim, não para outra pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-6687048276217176445?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6687048276217176445/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/hoje-acordei-com-certo-pressentimento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/6687048276217176445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/6687048276217176445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/hoje-acordei-com-certo-pressentimento.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-4019730786818022897</id><published>2011-05-12T14:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T17:32:18.478-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lk8mqdHqKb1qedfm2o1_500.gif" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Vou esperar por você em todo lugar, mesmo sabendo que não vai volta , pois um dia você criou dentro do meu coração, um sentimento chamado amor, ele necessita de todo o seu carinho e da sua presença. Então volta logooo.&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/5218196834290682024-4019730786818022897?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4019730786818022897/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/vou-esperar-por-voce-em-todo-lugar_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/4019730786818022897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/4019730786818022897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/vou-esperar-por-voce-em-todo-lugar_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-7917938574284743904</id><published>2011-05-12T13:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T17:32:18.677-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lekqmwy7zf1qfa6w0o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Foram&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;sonhos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;que um alguem fez o favor de destruir. Um dia, outros sonhos resurgiram, mas não havia ninguem com quem, eu pudesse compartilhar, então, os sonhos novamente, se &lt;strike&gt;foram&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-7917938574284743904?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7917938574284743904/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/foram-sonhos-que-um-alguem-fez-o-favor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/7917938574284743904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/7917938574284743904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/foram-sonhos-que-um-alguem-fez-o-favor.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-3295351927787190137</id><published>2011-05-12T13:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T17:32:18.725-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lersq16iEp1qelbaqo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;O que sinto, nem eu mesma consigo explicar. Não tem nome especificado, não tem palavra que defina. É só um aperto aqui dentro que machuca, e me faz chorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-3295351927787190137?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3295351927787190137/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-que-sinto-nem-eu-mesma-consigo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/3295351927787190137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/3295351927787190137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-que-sinto-nem-eu-mesma-consigo.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-2817373462240170470</id><published>2011-05-12T13:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T17:32:18.777-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lds9klZGt11qf53zto1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Não sou forte o suficiente para ver você passar por mim, sem fazer parte da minha vida. Eu não consigo te ver, sem chorar. Você não vê, mas quando estou só, minhas lágrimas caem aleatóriamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-2817373462240170470?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/2817373462240170470/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/nao-sou-forte-o-suficiente-para-ver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/2817373462240170470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/2817373462240170470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/nao-sou-forte-o-suficiente-para-ver.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-4374924263266310913</id><published>2011-05-11T21:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T17:32:18.410-03:00</updated><title type='text'>#Fato#</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SVFw68FKAe8/TcwGEMt1_nI/AAAAAAAAATw/PWKzX4jk0OE/s1600/5b1ac9af6239ce13b69368641a7530fca0ae5faf.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SVFw68FKAe8/TcwGEMt1_nI/AAAAAAAAATw/PWKzX4jk0OE/s320/5b1ac9af6239ce13b69368641a7530fca0ae5faf.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Minha boca diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt; Eu não o amo mais!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas meu coração na&amp;nbsp;inocência&amp;nbsp;diz:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Ainda o amo, e a cada dia esse amor aumenta 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/5218196834290682024-4374924263266310913?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4374924263266310913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/fato.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/4374924263266310913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/4374924263266310913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/fato.html' title='#Fato#'/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SVFw68FKAe8/TcwGEMt1_nI/AAAAAAAAATw/PWKzX4jk0OE/s72-c/5b1ac9af6239ce13b69368641a7530fca0ae5faf.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-4323397890950065503</id><published>2011-05-11T17:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T17:06:21.574-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_les7whkNoM1qchthfo1_500.jpg" /&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Sabe do que sinto saudades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Daquilo que um dia me fez sofrer. Sim, de um amor não correspondido, por mais que seja ruim, não é pior que ficar na solidão sem ter alguém em quem pensar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218196834290682024-4323397890950065503?l=starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4323397890950065503/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/sabe-do-que-sinto-saudades-daquilo-que.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/4323397890950065503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218196834290682024/posts/default/4323397890950065503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbetelgeuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/sabe-do-que-sinto-saudades-daquilo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Betelgeuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574627466681907562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzY_pOgzg8U/Tfy7R4cOs-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/SV3HxLVCTV4/s220/tumblr_ky47c6FtlG1qzb7gjo1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5218196834290682024.post-677335174284332660</id><published>2011-05-11T15:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T15:45:31.133-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3PZ5CjTOnSg/TcrYuSb0-OI/AAAAAAAAATY/pwsOBnsIjBU/s1600/tumblr_lckdme8ykx1qcoycy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3PZ5CjTOnSg/TcrYuSb0-OI/AAAAAAAAATY/pwsOBnsIjBU/s320/tumblr_lckdme8ykx1qcoycy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Geneva, 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Geneva, 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Ele:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6e7173;"&gt;Sonhei com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Geneva, 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Ela:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6e7173;"&gt; Ah é&amp;nbsp;? 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