<?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-655896387146705743</id><updated>2011-10-11T01:36:41.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little bit me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sweetinnocencee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270051723046538353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSuXSfoqdnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/04IF8ff-FR4/S220/PC310389.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655896387146705743.post-6043245087417419906</id><published>2011-02-02T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T13:17:53.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TUnJraG1euI/AAAAAAAAAQE/SoQKrfgGmbY/s1600/tumblr_lei5eePdNA1qg30zro1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TUnJraG1euI/AAAAAAAAAQE/SoQKrfgGmbY/s320/tumblr_lei5eePdNA1qg30zro1_400_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569204161799879394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;E eu espero PROFUNDAMENTE que tudo isso tenha acabado, que a nossa história tenha ficado no passado, e que meu coração já não siga mais pelo caminho errado.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Quero te ver e me sentir normal, não quero reparar em você como alguém diferente, e sim como APENAS UM GAROTO COMUM. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Não é justo.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Não é justo que eu desperdice todo esse tempo em que estive confinada, voltando a gostar de você.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Não é justo que seu olhar me desconcerte...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Não é justo que ser beijo me enlouqueça...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Não é justo que seu toque me arrepie....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;NÃO É JUSTO que eu caia na mesma armadilha, OUTRA VEZ !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655896387146705743-6043245087417419906?l=sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/feeds/6043245087417419906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2011/02/e-eu-espero-profundamente-que-tudo-isso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/6043245087417419906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/6043245087417419906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2011/02/e-eu-espero-profundamente-que-tudo-isso.html' title=''/><author><name>sweetinnocencee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270051723046538353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSuXSfoqdnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/04IF8ff-FR4/S220/PC310389.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TUnJraG1euI/AAAAAAAAAQE/SoQKrfgGmbY/s72-c/tumblr_lei5eePdNA1qg30zro1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655896387146705743.post-7858226363548922939</id><published>2011-01-15T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T14:10:11.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you more than I did before.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TTIabs-TCoI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ipn-5ibQ-ls/s1600/OgAAAGqkAor4kBE7HUvOMXCAO_UYJIIFme9wZPI3CSpmppTMXnvDjTFBS6MY_ANuuJlSpgAhKrI5EWM9EysWgm8B3ZUAm1T1UH0wAmzrRgq-URZ2DcirZ6KZvHVc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TTIabs-TCoI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ipn-5ibQ-ls/s320/OgAAAGqkAor4kBE7HUvOMXCAO_UYJIIFme9wZPI3CSpmppTMXnvDjTFBS6MY_ANuuJlSpgAhKrI5EWM9EysWgm8B3ZUAm1T1UH0wAmzrRgq-URZ2DcirZ6KZvHVc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562537552987228802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Well I try to live without you  but tears fall from my eyes I'm alone and I feel empty God, I'm torn apart inside I look up at the stars hoping you're doing the same and somehow I feel closer and I can hear you say.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TTIaQ5cRG4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/iBWGgMRf_78/s1600/OgAAAB3xTy1EQAvWwkzS9qItAQOFni6Jd2PufLaKwl4gF6AJw5N2KnJmD500CQE0__SYH8bf12P2zjIdrMxNOE87G-gAm1T1UJM1HEeHe8O54imhtfTkYryXmuyA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TTIaQ5cRG4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/iBWGgMRf_78/s320/OgAAAB3xTy1EQAvWwkzS9qItAQOFni6Jd2PufLaKwl4gF6AJw5N2KnJmD500CQE0__SYH8bf12P2zjIdrMxNOE87G-gAm1T1UJM1HEeHe8O54imhtfTkYryXmuyA.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562537367355595650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;I will stay  Always stay I never want to lose you and if I had to, I would choose you so stay, please, always stay you're the one that I hold on to cause my heart would stop without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Stay - Miley Cyrus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/655896387146705743-7858226363548922939?l=sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/feeds/7858226363548922939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-love-you-more-than-i-did-before.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/7858226363548922939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/7858226363548922939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-love-you-more-than-i-did-before.html' title='I love you more than I did before.'/><author><name>sweetinnocencee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270051723046538353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSuXSfoqdnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/04IF8ff-FR4/S220/PC310389.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TTIabs-TCoI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ipn-5ibQ-ls/s72-c/OgAAAGqkAor4kBE7HUvOMXCAO_UYJIIFme9wZPI3CSpmppTMXnvDjTFBS6MY_ANuuJlSpgAhKrI5EWM9EysWgm8B3ZUAm1T1UH0wAmzrRgq-URZ2DcirZ6KZvHVc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655896387146705743.post-7936667456631948761</id><published>2011-01-15T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T14:03:00.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TTIWu3XY1BI/AAAAAAAAAPg/JhP9Za6OTlQ/s320/OgAAABwO3PxSnjwprXdTG8M_p9EBHWQKtp2zN754thTP4ZpQe3gBZrCsVwTCNGhKrdnlEiNlykywYVideBYXrK7I-VwAm1T1UI92ErZ6kx5Fz9BSal2x83ZdHhcI.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562533484147823634" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Well it's good to hear your voice I hope you're doing fine And if you ever wonder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm lonely here tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm lost here in this moment And time keeps slipping by and if I could have just one wish I'd have you by my side. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I miss you, I need you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TTIXM85PQuI/AAAAAAAAAPo/7O25p9eJU2E/s320/OgAAAJuP_nPJNKDokS6KAUgXplhG3UAzyp34eKriErEC89WOEcXUDYkxTwLcSN8FZkT-htYxpFK9AcfsLTioCwV3_-MAm1T1UPA88DDsK_gGupJF9hkMnlwF0iW9.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562534001028055778" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And I love you more than I did before and then today I don't see your face nothing's changed no one could take your place It gets harder every day, say you love me more than you did before and I'm sorry it's this way but I'm coming home, I'll be coming home and if you ask me I will stay....I will stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;                                                                                                                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Stay - Miley Cyrus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/655896387146705743-7936667456631948761?l=sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/feeds/7936667456631948761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2011/01/stay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/7936667456631948761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/7936667456631948761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2011/01/stay.html' title='Stay ...'/><author><name>sweetinnocencee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270051723046538353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSuXSfoqdnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/04IF8ff-FR4/S220/PC310389.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TTIWu3XY1BI/AAAAAAAAAPg/JhP9Za6OTlQ/s72-c/OgAAABwO3PxSnjwprXdTG8M_p9EBHWQKtp2zN754thTP4ZpQe3gBZrCsVwTCNGhKrdnlEiNlykywYVideBYXrK7I-VwAm1T1UI92ErZ6kx5Fz9BSal2x83ZdHhcI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655896387146705743.post-6300023903166410811</id><published>2011-01-10T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T16:10:27.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorar você..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSudbso7K4I/AAAAAAAAAPI/M8DPgK4CVzE/s1600/OgAAAAtESV_gw3NSwR6fMGdfpwIJTlfMjFmO7L98ZgzIl--yDcmeXVnTqT0E7_4SvRL5WVPO22IH9tSuH1diDpsNdVgAm1T1UD2mje3MNyoHl6-0viMbM1tHGQ_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSudbso7K4I/AAAAAAAAAPI/M8DPgK4CVzE/s320/OgAAAAtESV_gw3NSwR6fMGdfpwIJTlfMjFmO7L98ZgzIl--yDcmeXVnTqT0E7_4SvRL5WVPO22IH9tSuH1diDpsNdVgAm1T1UD2mje3MNyoHl6-0viMbM1tHGQ_p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560711264083848066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Definitivamente não é uma tarefa fácil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ou simples de ser feita, eu não te ignoro por opção; pois se pudesse JAMAIS escolheria te ignorar. Eu não te ignoro por vergonha; pois eu esqueço o significado dessa palavra quando tenho a oportunidade de estar com você. E eu não te ignoro por um simples jogo, pois eu jamais seria capaz de jogar contigo; da mesma forma que você joga comigo. Eu te ignoro por NECESSIDADE.&lt;br /&gt; Necessidade de te esquecer e recomeçar, apagar os momentos em que pude compartilhar suas risadas e seus abraços, deletar os seus beijos (que eu sabia que você me dava de brincadeira, e ainda assim ficava maluca). Simplesmente esquecer que um dia fiquei em segundo plano enquanto você era a prioridade.&lt;br /&gt; Estou disposta a me re-educar, somente para te evitar. Pois ninguém pode viver a espera de um amor que nunca sairá dos seus sonhos para se tornar realidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                             &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Lorraine Oliveira &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;y aunque cada vez dueles mas... no te quiero olvidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/655896387146705743-6300023903166410811?l=sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/feeds/6300023903166410811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2011/01/ignorar-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/6300023903166410811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/6300023903166410811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2011/01/ignorar-voce.html' title='Ignorar você..'/><author><name>sweetinnocencee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270051723046538353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSuXSfoqdnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/04IF8ff-FR4/S220/PC310389.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSudbso7K4I/AAAAAAAAAPI/M8DPgK4CVzE/s72-c/OgAAAAtESV_gw3NSwR6fMGdfpwIJTlfMjFmO7L98ZgzIl--yDcmeXVnTqT0E7_4SvRL5WVPO22IH9tSuH1diDpsNdVgAm1T1UD2mje3MNyoHl6-0viMbM1tHGQ_p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655896387146705743.post-2892711941524026735</id><published>2011-01-10T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T16:11:16.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baixa-Estima</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSubc9biffI/AAAAAAAAAO4/V_H5fvaqF1c/s1600/107350744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSubc9biffI/AAAAAAAAAO4/V_H5fvaqF1c/s320/107350744.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560709086747721202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Só quem sofre sabe..... Sabe como é doloroso ver sua imagem refletida no espelho, e mesmo fazendo todo esforço possível,  não conseguir se sentir bem com a mesma. Ninguém te entende, eles não sabem como é, não sabem como machuca, acham que é mentira; que é alguma maneira dramática de conseguir colecionar elogios. Outros por sua vez, dizem que somos ingratos e que não sabemos valorizar o que Deus nos concedeu. EU posso lhes garantir que essas coisas não são verdade, posso dizer por mim mesma, que sou MUITO agradecida por tudo que Deus fez e ainda faz em minha vida, agradeço por ser perfeita e pelo simples fato de acordar a cada manhã ... e ao mesmo tempo que agradeço eu suplico, suplico para que ele me dê auxílio pra enfrentar toda essa situação que me aflinge e entistece todos os dias, e eu o pergunto; se ao menos UM DIA poderei me curar dessa "doença", encarar o espelho sem medo, com um sorriso no rosto e gostar daquilo que ali foi refletido. Eu quero me aceitar, amar a mim mesma SEM INCERTEZAS E SEM FALSIDADES...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Eu quero mudar, não quero ter de conviver por mais 18 anos da minha vida desse jeito. Não sei se vão me entender ou não, eu só queria dizer que reconheço que sou dessa forma, e JURO, JURO MESMO QUE ESTOU TENTANDO MUDAR... eu só preciso de ajuda, muita ajuda.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Debaixo dos meus sorrisos e loucuras, existe um lado negro que poucos conhecem, o lado que chora por não se aceitar, que já quebrou mais de 10 espelhos durante toda avida, que já precisou ser "recuperada" pela mãe; levando bronca e até mesmo palmadas, o lado que não consegue encarar um homem por achar que ele está notando minhas imperfeições....  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Eu quero acabar com esse tormento, me ver livre de todas essas inseguranças, que me fazem sentir assim.. tão despreparada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Lorraine Oliveira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655896387146705743-2892711941524026735?l=sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/feeds/2892711941524026735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2011/01/baixa-estima.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/2892711941524026735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/2892711941524026735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2011/01/baixa-estima.html' title='Baixa-Estima'/><author><name>sweetinnocencee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270051723046538353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSuXSfoqdnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/04IF8ff-FR4/S220/PC310389.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSubc9biffI/AAAAAAAAAO4/V_H5fvaqF1c/s72-c/107350744.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655896387146705743.post-5157649378222261824</id><published>2010-11-25T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T16:09:07.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>aprendi,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TO63w6kpZPI/AAAAAAAAAN4/4H6_m7Pdu1M/s1600/OgAAAMK77ai4m648nsLfm8b-DwoInxL9pRKIWslx5NPcfL-gJdhS1a9SqBc3kOxF79lRqCmYo3K118Xys0B7Hrr6nQoAm1T1UOoRKjyB0UD2Ha0GnokvxkKXJZUY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TO63w6kpZPI/AAAAAAAAAN4/4H6_m7Pdu1M/s320/OgAAAMK77ai4m648nsLfm8b-DwoInxL9pRKIWslx5NPcfL-gJdhS1a9SqBc3kOxF79lRqCmYo3K118Xys0B7Hrr6nQoAm1T1UOoRKjyB0UD2Ha0GnokvxkKXJZUY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543570242324227314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da maneira mais difícil, que as vezes nos enganamos em relação as pessoas, e que somos enganadas também, que existem pessoas invejosas, e também pessoas falsas, e que não é por isso que não podemos confiar nos outros, porque nem todos são iguais, e que isso nos fortalece mais a cada dia, porque o que aprendemos por experiência própria, vale mais do que o que nos ensinam, e que assim amadurecemos e nos tornamos pessoas melhores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;            Lorraine Oliveira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655896387146705743-5157649378222261824?l=sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/feeds/5157649378222261824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2010/11/aprendi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/5157649378222261824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/5157649378222261824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2010/11/aprendi.html' title='aprendi,'/><author><name>sweetinnocencee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270051723046538353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSuXSfoqdnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/04IF8ff-FR4/S220/PC310389.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TO63w6kpZPI/AAAAAAAAAN4/4H6_m7Pdu1M/s72-c/OgAAAMK77ai4m648nsLfm8b-DwoInxL9pRKIWslx5NPcfL-gJdhS1a9SqBc3kOxF79lRqCmYo3K118Xys0B7Hrr6nQoAm1T1UOoRKjyB0UD2Ha0GnokvxkKXJZUY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655896387146705743.post-8763855011046137045</id><published>2010-11-25T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T16:11:49.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>um dia você aprende que,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TO62Zf9I-uI/AAAAAAAAANw/sZfexo8VvOA/s1600/7662607.paola_oliveira_3gente___nacional_384_577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TO62Zf9I-uI/AAAAAAAAANw/sZfexo8VvOA/s320/7662607.paola_oliveira_3gente___nacional_384_577.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543568740530584290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não importa em quantos pedaços seu coração foi quebrado, o mundo nunca para para que você o conserte. aprende que o tempo não é algo que possa voltar para trás. portanto, plante seu jardim e decore sua alma, ao invés de esperar que alguém lhe traga flores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Lorraine Oliveira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655896387146705743-8763855011046137045?l=sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/feeds/8763855011046137045/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2010/11/um-dia-voce-aprende-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/8763855011046137045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/8763855011046137045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2010/11/um-dia-voce-aprende-que.html' title='um dia você aprende que,'/><author><name>sweetinnocencee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270051723046538353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSuXSfoqdnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/04IF8ff-FR4/S220/PC310389.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TO62Zf9I-uI/AAAAAAAAANw/sZfexo8VvOA/s72-c/7662607.paola_oliveira_3gente___nacional_384_577.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655896387146705743.post-2780396870716458549</id><published>2010-06-25T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T20:53:59.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um ano sem você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TCV5p8W5pkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/_GwQtBC4MYo/s1600/OgAAAF0kaioMexcJ6uya0NuuWNZSP316sBYs1MUPwzw5AIzmQqlPM2DrWKaDg64PwTLOd9ydXnapehUlmouoHmPH_esAm1T1UApl4h0_8r9yCSbxffZUQR8f-dcT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486925482504595010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TCV5p8W5pkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/_GwQtBC4MYo/s320/OgAAAF0kaioMexcJ6uya0NuuWNZSP316sBYs1MUPwzw5AIzmQqlPM2DrWKaDg64PwTLOd9ydXnapehUlmouoHmPH_esAm1T1UApl4h0_8r9yCSbxffZUQR8f-dcT.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tudo passa tão tão rápido, parece que foi ontem que li aquela notícia pavorosa no canal "MULTISHOW" que do nada interrompeu a programação normal pra passar seus clipes.&lt;br /&gt;Sinceramente me custa aceitar que tudo isso ocorreu, me dói pensar que você se foi ainda tão jovem, com tantas ideias humanitárias não-divulgadas, com tanto carinho acumulado, com tanta vontade de amar... e ser amado.&lt;br /&gt;O que eu mais queria era poder te encontrar antes de tudo q aconteceu, te abraçar e dizer que NADA FOI EM VÃO, tudo q aconteceu foi pra te tornar o guerreiro q sempre foi, e q nós, seus fans, sempre estariamos ali, SEMPRE ao seu lado, em qualquer situação, lutando e torcendo a seu favor.&lt;br /&gt;Você se foi, e em mim só restam lembranças, clipes, fotos e documentários.... espero que onde quer que você esteja, possa ver quantas pessoas sofreram e ainda sofrem por sua perda. Nós te amamos Michael isso é IRREVERSÍVEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;One Year Without You .. I Miss You Ever&lt;br /&gt;Lorraine Oliveira JACKSON&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/655896387146705743-2780396870716458549?l=sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/feeds/2780396870716458549/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2010/06/um-ano-sem-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/2780396870716458549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/2780396870716458549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2010/06/um-ano-sem-voce.html' title='Um ano sem você'/><author><name>sweetinnocencee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270051723046538353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSuXSfoqdnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/04IF8ff-FR4/S220/PC310389.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TCV5p8W5pkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/_GwQtBC4MYo/s72-c/OgAAAF0kaioMexcJ6uya0NuuWNZSP316sBYs1MUPwzw5AIzmQqlPM2DrWKaDg64PwTLOd9ydXnapehUlmouoHmPH_esAm1T1UApl4h0_8r9yCSbxffZUQR8f-dcT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655896387146705743.post-8038689372518415902</id><published>2010-06-08T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T11:49:40.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Querer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TA6O-TAwSfI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ZSn7LYo1q9M/s1600/ghggh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480474997462944242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TA6O-TAwSfI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ZSn7LYo1q9M/s320/ghggh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ela queria ele, ele queria ela e outras; ela sofria, ele nem ligava; ela sonhava com ele; ele dormia com todas; ela suspirava cada vez que o olhava; ele a olhava e depois nem lembrava; ela chorava, ele ria; ela falava, ele não ouvia; ele mentia, ela acreditava; ela o esperava, ele não voltava. ela queria coisa séria, ele só queria se divertir; ela demonstrava seus sentimentos com certa dificuldade é verdade , e ele só brincava com seus sentimentos; ela sorria pra ele, ele ria dela; ela acreditava em tudo que ele dizia, ele dizia o mesmo para as outras; ela se iludia, ele alimentava a ilusão; ela espera por ele, ele já está em outra. ela ama, ele gosta; ela fazia tudo por ele, ele dizia não se contentar com tão pouco; ela achava que ia dar certo, ele tinha certeza que ia dar errado; ela queria pra sempre, ele só por um momento; ela se entregava, ele evitava; ela falava: eu te amo, ele apenas sorria; ela ficava por conteúdo, ele ficava por quantidade; ela procurava o príncipe, ele procurava a próxima. ela queria "O", ele queria "UMA"; ela compunha coisas pra ele; ele repetia a mesma melodia para todas; ela achava que ele podia mudar; ele gostava de ser como era; ele descobriu que ela era A ÚNICA, ela descobriu que ele era só MAIS UM. ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por mais que doa, Por mais que queime .. Por mais que não aguente mais chorar por alguém que não lhe quer exatamente como você espera. Um dia o universo conspirará e coisas positivas aconteceram em sua vida, e isso que eu quero, e isso que eu espero (yn)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Modificado por: Lorraine Oliveira&lt;/span&gt; &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/655896387146705743-8038689372518415902?l=sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/feeds/8038689372518415902/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2010/06/querer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/8038689372518415902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/8038689372518415902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2010/06/querer.html' title='Querer...'/><author><name>sweetinnocencee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270051723046538353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSuXSfoqdnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/04IF8ff-FR4/S220/PC310389.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TA6O-TAwSfI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ZSn7LYo1q9M/s72-c/ghggh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655896387146705743.post-468161403629089658</id><published>2010-06-02T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T21:23:52.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilusão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TAcuLJP9I6I/AAAAAAAAAL4/-Ir0-4N30HI/s1600/normal_13%7E5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TAcuLJP9I6I/AAAAAAAAAL4/-Ir0-4N30HI/s320/normal_13%7E5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478398240715776930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Só porque essa música é INEVITAVELMENTE minha :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Ilusão imaginar você pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Você jamais me olhou&lt;br /&gt;Sequer pensou que meu olhar fosse de amor&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração dispara sempre que te vê&lt;br /&gt;Eu mal posso entender&lt;br /&gt;Como é bom te querer&lt;br /&gt;Como é que eu posso ter&lt;br /&gt;Coragem pra falar dessa paixão&lt;br /&gt;Pois sei que vou morrer&lt;br /&gt;Se você disser não&lt;br /&gt;Então fico a sonhar com teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;E você dizendo sim&lt;br /&gt;E o primeiro beijo de amor sem fimT&lt;br /&gt;Te amo tanto e não sei mais&lt;br /&gt;Como é que eu vou viver em paz&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo que eu preciso&lt;br /&gt;É respirar teu ar&lt;br /&gt;Te amo tanto e sem querer&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que posso te perder&lt;br /&gt;Pra alguém sem tanto amor&lt;br /&gt;Mas sem temer falar...... Ilusão&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655896387146705743-468161403629089658?l=sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/feeds/468161403629089658/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2010/06/ilusao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/468161403629089658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/468161403629089658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2010/06/ilusao.html' title='Ilusão'/><author><name>sweetinnocencee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270051723046538353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSuXSfoqdnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/04IF8ff-FR4/S220/PC310389.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TAcuLJP9I6I/AAAAAAAAAL4/-Ir0-4N30HI/s72-c/normal_13%7E5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655896387146705743.post-4609522407748454535</id><published>2010-05-25T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T21:10:48.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu sonho mais doce ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ou um Belo pesadelo ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;É embalada pela música Sweet Dreams da Diva Americana Beyoncé que começo mais um post em meu amado blog *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475422681252139746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/S_yb6ycmkuI/AAAAAAAAALw/ZB2X5yUZzRg/s320/OgAAAO8mv9ej3gh4vt2RN96Yi4EvlyfPQ5cGk7Xwvstfx21w8PPnIFbU6IE295q0kUuyukhGkyu84DWzerbfjn48hZEAm1T1UPIWM7ZxJklfFRmhmPeYMc2v4DrL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; DEFINITIVAMENTE, a parte do meu dia que eu mais amo é a hora que vou dormir.&lt;br /&gt;Pois sei que sua presença em meus sonhos é inadiável.Por mais que eu tente te afastar, não adianta, já se tornou algo irreversível, você vai estar lá.&lt;br /&gt;   Isso poderia ser uma queixa ou uma renúncia de minha parte, mas eu já aceitei, me deixei levar pela perfeição do seu doce semblante.Cada noite e Cada sonho  é uma peça que faltava ser encaixada na minha imaginação amorosa ( sim, eu possuo uma )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   O que me instiga é que já não tenho mais o controle de toda essa situação, não sei se cada noite o que eu tenho é um SONHO DOCE ou um BELO PESADELO, de qualquer forma eu não quero acordar de você, eu não quero perder os seus beijos, não quero deletar seu sorriso, não quero sentir falta de te chamar de amor em segredo e não quero perder os suspiros que dou pela manhã quando recordo de tudo que sonhei e senti.&lt;br /&gt;   Sendo isso bom ou ruim pra mim, quero você, quero me perder nos seus MALDITOS olhos, e quero desejar essa sua indefectível boca, quero que me abraçe e me faça esquecer todos os meus medos e problemas, quero escapar do mundo e viver no meu sonho.. no NOSSO sonho.&lt;br /&gt;    TE QUERO PRESENTE EM CADA NOITE, pra sempre em meu coração &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;                                                                                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lorraine Oliveira ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                                                                                                                           xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655896387146705743-4609522407748454535?l=sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/feeds/4609522407748454535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2010/05/meu-sonho-mais-doce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/4609522407748454535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/4609522407748454535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2010/05/meu-sonho-mais-doce.html' title='Meu sonho mais doce ?'/><author><name>sweetinnocencee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270051723046538353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSuXSfoqdnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/04IF8ff-FR4/S220/PC310389.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/S_yb6ycmkuI/AAAAAAAAALw/ZB2X5yUZzRg/s72-c/OgAAAO8mv9ej3gh4vt2RN96Yi4EvlyfPQ5cGk7Xwvstfx21w8PPnIFbU6IE295q0kUuyukhGkyu84DWzerbfjn48hZEAm1T1UPIWM7ZxJklfFRmhmPeYMc2v4DrL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655896387146705743.post-8986096205562444143</id><published>2010-05-20T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T20:14:34.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Há um ano atrás</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/S_X6Xpkxf1I/AAAAAAAAALo/aWhl-DnUOwM/s1600/fgfdgdfg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473556206342733650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/S_X6Xpkxf1I/AAAAAAAAALo/aWhl-DnUOwM/s320/fgfdgdfg.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Olá meus queridos, hj farei uma coisa diferente, postarei um poema feito LINDAMENTE por minha querida amiga MARIA REBECA PENA *--------*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Espero que esse poema toque a vcs, tanto quanto tocou a mim, Boa leitura !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quando lembro daquilo que aconteceu, eu tento me convencer de que aquilo não foi amor.Foram as mais fortes e dolorosas sensações que eu já senti.Eu não conseguia explicar nem a mim mesma, Tudo que eu acreditava só existir em filmes aconteceu comigo.&lt;br /&gt;O meu mundo parava sempre que ele olhava pra mim, eram fortes demais as coisas que eu sentia sempre que ele me olhava, e pior, às vezes eu podia jurar, mas só pra mim mesma, que eu via a mesma coisa nos olhos dele.&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração batia tão forte que chegava a doer, eu sofria a todo momento, imaginando o que ele estava fazendo quando eu não via.Se dóia tanto, como podia ser amor? Eu imaginava coisas e tinha sonhos que eu não queria que se realizassem, era tão forte o que eu sentia por ele.....&lt;br /&gt;Eu tinha medo.Mas mesmo assim eu o queria tanto.E me perguntava como eu podia sentir tanta falta de coisas que eu nunca tive.&lt;br /&gt;E hoje eu fico "aliviada" quando o meu coração ainda dói toda vez que eu o vejo, ou penso muito nele, pois sei que isso não chega nem perto do que eu sentia há um ano atrás , quando eu fechava os olhos e via os olhos dele olhando pra mim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tá ai amigs, espero que tenha gostado das pequenas modificações que eu fiz no SEU poema.&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/655896387146705743-8986096205562444143?l=sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/feeds/8986096205562444143/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2010/05/ha-um-ano-atras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/8986096205562444143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/8986096205562444143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2010/05/ha-um-ano-atras.html' title='Há um ano atrás'/><author><name>sweetinnocencee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270051723046538353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSuXSfoqdnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/04IF8ff-FR4/S220/PC310389.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/S_X6Xpkxf1I/AAAAAAAAALo/aWhl-DnUOwM/s72-c/fgfdgdfg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655896387146705743.post-7925099033972702167</id><published>2010-05-18T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T20:18:22.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Você me ensinou o que é o amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/S_NZn8hV6wI/AAAAAAAAALg/KNQidWFyDvM/s1600/OgAAAC1M2HYXs05_msZis8H7TAYXJAQArk9oJQTpp1xb_VudkZrs1UJ1d1bOhgSXwpnKlV5uxetqUEWHeka6lG8NcMcAm1T1UP_f3Xq-B5dmENWyjYs1G5cylhqZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472816514981030658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/S_NZn8hV6wI/AAAAAAAAALg/KNQidWFyDvM/s320/OgAAAC1M2HYXs05_msZis8H7TAYXJAQArk9oJQTpp1xb_VudkZrs1UJ1d1bOhgSXwpnKlV5uxetqUEWHeka6lG8NcMcAm1T1UP_f3Xq-B5dmENWyjYs1G5cylhqZ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Com Você eu aprendi a amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Você que com alguém descobriu a arte de amar e viver a vida a dois... Aquele alguém que você nunca esquecerá, mesmo não tendo sido o primeiro de todos, mas o primeiro amor sincero e verdadeiro. Aquele que você nunca se esquecerá, o mais intenso e que você não se arrepende... Você consegue se lembrar quem foi essa pessoa que despertou o amor dentro de você?ㅤㅤ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;ㅤㅤㅤ&lt;/span&gt;ㅤ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;( Comunidade do orkut )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655896387146705743-7925099033972702167?l=sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/feeds/7925099033972702167/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2010/05/voce-me-ensinou-o-que-e-o-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/7925099033972702167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/7925099033972702167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2010/05/voce-me-ensinou-o-que-e-o-amor.html' title='Você me ensinou o que é o amor'/><author><name>sweetinnocencee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270051723046538353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSuXSfoqdnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/04IF8ff-FR4/S220/PC310389.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/S_NZn8hV6wI/AAAAAAAAALg/KNQidWFyDvM/s72-c/OgAAAC1M2HYXs05_msZis8H7TAYXJAQArk9oJQTpp1xb_VudkZrs1UJ1d1bOhgSXwpnKlV5uxetqUEWHeka6lG8NcMcAm1T1UP_f3Xq-B5dmENWyjYs1G5cylhqZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655896387146705743.post-8300084929166800013</id><published>2010-05-17T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T19:26:08.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O verdadeiro valor de uma amizade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/S_NMHHtRGBI/AAAAAAAAALY/THenYAMuJvU/s1600/OgAAAEVTwgM4HukAMsiAIAn2bkgjZzT9pE5hO4CzzGVPSin1vv1H48VU+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/S_NMHHtRGBI/AAAAAAAAALY/THenYAMuJvU/s320/OgAAAEVTwgM4HukAMsiAIAn2bkgjZzT9pE5hO4CzzGVPSin1vv1H48VU+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472801657396992018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Se uma pessoa passar por esse mundo sem ter pelo menos UM momento daqueles INESQUECÍVEIS com algum amigo, essa pessoa com certeza foi bem infeliz :/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;O que seria de mim sem você ?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sem seu apoio, sem suas risadas, sem as tuas repreensões ?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;O que seria de mim sem aqueles momentos hilários ?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;sem nossas "tiradas" cómicas, sem as festas sóbrias que passamos juntas, porque nunca precisamos beber pra nos divertir não é mesmo ?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Eu não teria história, não teria essência, não iria ter uma pessoa em especial pra relembrar momentos únicos, não ia ter uma pessoa por quem chorar de saudade depois de uma formatura, não ia ter alguém pra fofocar em determinados momentos, sejam eles próprios ou inadequados...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Pode parecer clichê mas gostaria de deixar claro o quanto te amo e te considero importante, obrigada por ter me ajudado a ser uma pessoa melhor e mais tolerante.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Obrigada por ter sido você, sem mais nem menos !&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;você definitivamente é o meu verdadeiro valor de uma amizade :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                       &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;  Lorraine Oliveira&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/655896387146705743-8300084929166800013?l=sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/feeds/8300084929166800013/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-verdadeiro-valor-de-uma-amizade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/8300084929166800013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/8300084929166800013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-verdadeiro-valor-de-uma-amizade.html' title='O verdadeiro valor de uma amizade'/><author><name>sweetinnocencee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270051723046538353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSuXSfoqdnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/04IF8ff-FR4/S220/PC310389.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/S_NMHHtRGBI/AAAAAAAAALY/THenYAMuJvU/s72-c/OgAAAEVTwgM4HukAMsiAIAn2bkgjZzT9pE5hO4CzzGVPSin1vv1H48VU+%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655896387146705743.post-8614563868109074536</id><published>2010-05-14T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T10:09:06.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B-Day Anahí ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/S-2DSIKM8RI/AAAAAAAAALI/aeAlEEo7P9M/s1600/MEU+SEGUNDO+L,+AAAAAAAAA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471173469776179474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/S-2DSIKM8RI/AAAAAAAAALI/aeAlEEo7P9M/s320/MEU+SEGUNDO+L,+AAAAAAAAA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anahí Giovanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engraçado falar sobre você, porque foi justamente VOCÊ a minha primeira ídola, a primeira pessoa com quem eu sonhava, ria, chorava e desejava loucamente poder abraçar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Você com seu jeito (BIPOLAR) ao mesmo tempo menina e mulher, fada e sexy, doce e amargo, confiante e insegura, alegre e nostálgica, você é tão humana quanto eu, quanto todos nós, e isso me torna cada vez mais próxima de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sua história de vida me emociona sempre. O jeito como você foi forte, mesmo sendo tão pequena, o jeito como você AINDA é forte até hoje, mesmo depois de todo aquele turbilhão de críticas e sofrimento que você passou, e mesmo assim, ainda é obrigada a ouvir gracinha de certas pessoas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tenho orgulho de você e de ser sua fã, tenho orgulho do seu trabalho e do jeito que é CARINHOSA e ATENCIOSA com seus fãns. Você se entrega quando canta, sem ter medo de que isso possa parecer fingimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Só há uma coisa nisso tudo que eu não gosto: NÃO PODER ESTAR COM VOCÊ NESSE DIA TÃO ESPECIAL, para te dizer tudo o que escrevi aqui e muito mais que venho guardando durante esses longos 9 anos que te conheço ( e dentro desses 9 anos, 5 que sou uma anymaníaca doente, rs ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu te amo muito, e admito que esse carinho na maioria das vezes é mal interpretado por muitos, muitos mesmo. Mas de verdade? Eu não ligo, eu sei que tudo que sinto por você, é tão puro quanto o amor que a sua família te dá, e eu ainda tenho FÉ e ESPERANÇA ( assim como vc me ensinou ) que um dia te encontrarei e poderei te dar aquele abraço tãaaaaaaao esperado, mesmo que demore ANOS para que isso aconteça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu cresci te admirando e essa admiração será nutrida por toda minha vida, e quando meus filhos nascerem e tiverem outros ídolos, eu os apoiarei e lhes direi que um dia também amei loucamente uma celebridade, e essa pessoa &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;É&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SEMPRE&lt;/span&gt; será você, minha Narrí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ANAHÍ GIOVANNA PUENTE PORTILLA, minha minha minha, somente minha bebita bipolar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LORRAINE OLIVEIRA! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655896387146705743-8614563868109074536?l=sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/feeds/8614563868109074536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-b-day-anahi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/8614563868109074536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/8614563868109074536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-b-day-anahi.html' title='Happy B-Day Anahí ♥'/><author><name>sweetinnocencee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270051723046538353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSuXSfoqdnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/04IF8ff-FR4/S220/PC310389.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/S-2DSIKM8RI/AAAAAAAAALI/aeAlEEo7P9M/s72-c/MEU+SEGUNDO+L,+AAAAAAAAA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655896387146705743.post-6968922874648808162</id><published>2010-05-13T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T10:22:49.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B-Day Robert Pattinson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/S-w0XmWWFvI/AAAAAAAAALA/yMiNC7H4qTs/s1600/OgAAADEzZqKo_DaLSQCT6RibFEx901JJi7Oxw_OrBRETtbtP1kVK-jJ68Qes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470805227384215282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/S-w0XmWWFvI/AAAAAAAAALA/yMiNC7H4qTs/s320/OgAAADEzZqKo_DaLSQCT6RibFEx901JJi7Oxw_OrBRETtbtP1kVK-jJ68Qes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E hoje é o seu aniversário mi love, você que me conquistou com seu jeito completamente AUTÊNTICO e VERDADEIRO de ser, não sei dizer ao certo quando comecei a me apaixonar por você, só sei que atualmente, pensar em você como meu ídolo, se tornou algo frequente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Gosto de sua maneira de falar e agir, gosto do jeito como se porta perante seus fãns e até mesmo com os paparazzis, rsrsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você é verdadeiro e não tem medo do que os outros vão falar, ou especular sobre você. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você é sempre você, sem mais nem menos, e foi isso que acabou te tornando tãaao meu *-*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sim, é verdade, não sei tudo o que é preciso saber para ser uma fã daquelas bem fanáticas mesmo, mas sei o suficiente para te amar tanto quanto elas, e não tenho vergonha/medo de dizer que sou SIM uma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Robsecada ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lorraine Oliveira&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/655896387146705743-6968922874648808162?l=sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/feeds/6968922874648808162/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-b-day-robert-pattinson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/6968922874648808162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/6968922874648808162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-b-day-robert-pattinson.html' title='Happy B-Day Robert Pattinson'/><author><name>sweetinnocencee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270051723046538353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSuXSfoqdnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/04IF8ff-FR4/S220/PC310389.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/S-w0XmWWFvI/AAAAAAAAALA/yMiNC7H4qTs/s72-c/OgAAADEzZqKo_DaLSQCT6RibFEx901JJi7Oxw_OrBRETtbtP1kVK-jJ68Qes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655896387146705743.post-6905334542645930189</id><published>2010-05-10T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T10:21:50.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Como é dificil aceitar tudo que vem de você ¬¬'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/S-jUjyrg3aI/AAAAAAAAAKM/7g7OGuLu-jM/s1600/OAAAANWhzofWE_pMhwRKbwXJ5OGM_cZFrAWvhpwQLScQs0aPH5OhTkR1ozZP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469855458806259106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/S-jUjyrg3aI/AAAAAAAAAKM/7g7OGuLu-jM/s320/OAAAANWhzofWE_pMhwRKbwXJ5OGM_cZFrAWvhpwQLScQs0aPH5OhTkR1ozZP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E eu odeio você.&lt;br /&gt;Eu odeio seu corpo perfeito, odeio seus olhos sedutores, seu jeito de andar como se fosse a pessoa mais importante do mundo.Eu odeio quando você se destaca por onde passa,sua inteligência em alta, sua fala sem nenhum erro e sua escrita formal perfeita.Eu ODEIO o fato de te ver todo dia, ter que falar com você, conversar com você, pensar em você (urghhh) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu odeio tudo em você... Mas também odeio no fato de um dia te perder, eu odeio acreditar na hipótese de outra pessoa vir e tomar você de mim, eu odeio te ver não poder te abraçar,beijar, te fazer feliz.Eu odeio e SEMPRE vou odiar pensar em te ver partir, te dar adeus e odiar ver cada passo seu indo pra distante de mim, Eu odeio as vezes que não sou presente,ou de não ser o bastante por você.E independente de tudo, eu odeio não falar o quanto te amo, o quanto você me faz feliz tão facilmente, o quanto você é o que sempre quis pra mim, e principal: eu &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ODEIO&lt;/span&gt; te amar tanto assim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Xo, Lola&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/655896387146705743-6905334542645930189?l=sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/feeds/6905334542645930189/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2010/05/como-e-dificil-aceitar-tudo-que-vem-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/6905334542645930189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/6905334542645930189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2010/05/como-e-dificil-aceitar-tudo-que-vem-de.html' title='Como é dificil aceitar tudo que vem de você ¬¬&apos;'/><author><name>sweetinnocencee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270051723046538353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSuXSfoqdnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/04IF8ff-FR4/S220/PC310389.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/S-jUjyrg3aI/AAAAAAAAAKM/7g7OGuLu-jM/s72-c/OAAAANWhzofWE_pMhwRKbwXJ5OGM_cZFrAWvhpwQLScQs0aPH5OhTkR1ozZP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655896387146705743.post-3877593466508110109</id><published>2010-01-29T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T16:22:33.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O despertar de uma ilusão !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/S2OuRg4FaCI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rGn5MjvVGgk/s1600-h/Bluck+-+By+Mod.Twi.+%2869%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/S2OuRg4FaCI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rGn5MjvVGgk/s320/Bluck+-+By+Mod.Twi.+%2869%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432377191445129250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perceber que a realidade não passou de um simples sonho é realmente difícil. Escutar o despertador tocar machuca, abrir os olhos dói.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;E mesmo sabendo que corre GRANDES riscos de se machucar,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Você insiste em IGNORAR o despertador e seguir sonhando com tudo aquilo que lhe completa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Mas não se esqueça, que em algum momento seu subconsciente não suportará viver no estereótipo de mundo perfeito criado por você mesma,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;E as chances de acordar magooada e iludida serão diretamente proporcionais as feridas geradas em seu coração :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Lorraine Oliveira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655896387146705743-3877593466508110109?l=sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/feeds/3877593466508110109/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-despertar-de-uma-ilusao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/3877593466508110109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/3877593466508110109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-despertar-de-uma-ilusao.html' title='O despertar de uma ilusão !'/><author><name>sweetinnocencee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270051723046538353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSuXSfoqdnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/04IF8ff-FR4/S220/PC310389.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/S2OuRg4FaCI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rGn5MjvVGgk/s72-c/Bluck+-+By+Mod.Twi.+%2869%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655896387146705743.post-1581373451880660560</id><published>2010-01-18T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T19:57:41.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Te amo manow /1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/S1Us6uvxIfI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2lJrjX2Qx04/s1600-h/cory_monteith01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428294313357418994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/S1Us6uvxIfI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2lJrjX2Qx04/s320/cory_monteith01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/S1UsaYw4PpI/AAAAAAAAAFI/IVhD7JMGngA/s1600-h/normal_golden39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428293757700685458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/S1UsaYw4PpI/AAAAAAAAAFI/IVhD7JMGngA/s320/normal_golden39.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Porq você é tão lindo ?&lt;br /&gt;Tão Perfeito ?&lt;br /&gt;Tão tudo ?&lt;br /&gt;Tão igual aquela certa pessoa ?&lt;br /&gt;PORQQQQQQQQQ?&lt;br /&gt;Porq eu sofro olhando pra vc ?&lt;br /&gt;Porq não puseram um ator mais feio ?&lt;br /&gt;Menos parecido ? Menos estiloso ?&lt;br /&gt;Menos charmoso ?&lt;br /&gt;Porq vc me faz sofrer se eu nem te conheço ?&lt;br /&gt;Já lembrei !!!&lt;br /&gt;Tudo porq vc é PAVOROSAMENTE igual a ele *-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Lorraine Oliveira&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/655896387146705743-1581373451880660560?l=sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/feeds/1581373451880660560/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2010/01/te-amo-manow-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/1581373451880660560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/1581373451880660560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2010/01/te-amo-manow-1.html' title='Te amo manow /1'/><author><name>sweetinnocencee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270051723046538353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSuXSfoqdnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/04IF8ff-FR4/S220/PC310389.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/S1Us6uvxIfI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2lJrjX2Qx04/s72-c/cory_monteith01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655896387146705743.post-2283663802126555295</id><published>2010-01-18T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T19:14:16.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Clipe da "NOSSA" música</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xKCek6_dB0M"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xKCek6_dB0M&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655896387146705743-2283663802126555295?l=sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/feeds/2283663802126555295/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-clipe-da-nossa-musica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/2283663802126555295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/2283663802126555295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-clipe-da-nossa-musica.html' title='O Clipe da &quot;NOSSA&quot; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/S1Ueh-GPEKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ztysYhdFBiQ/s320/lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/S1UeJOIkqAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0rJCEE2Zj90/s1600-h/l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428278069626710018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/S1UeJOIkqAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0rJCEE2Zj90/s320/l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ele olha pra mim Eu finjo um sorriso para ele não perceber O que eu quero e preciso E tudo que deveríamos ser , Eu aposto que ela é bonita A garota que ele fala, E ela tem tudo Que eu tenho que viver sem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mas eu não consigo ver Ninguém quando ele está comigo , Ele fala que está tão apaixonado, Que ele finalmente acertou Eu me pergunto se ele sabe Que ele é tudo o que eu penso a noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ele é a razão das lágrimas no meu violão A única coisa que continuo, pedindo para uma estrela cadente Ele é a canção dentro do carro, que eu continuo cantando , eu não sei porque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ele passa por mim. Sera que ele percebe que eu não consigo respirar? E lá vai ele, tão perfeito. O tipo impecavel que eu queria ser É melhor ela abraça-lo bem apertado, dar todo o amor dela, Olhar naqueles olhos lindos, e saber que ela é sortuda porque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ele é o tempo gasto, mas nunca há o bastante Ele é tudo que eu preciso para amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;( Taylor Swift - Teardrops On My Guitar )&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/655896387146705743-4226444784644101859?l=sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/feeds/4226444784644101859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2010/01/sera-que-um-dia-consiguirei-ouvir-essa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/4226444784644101859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/4226444784644101859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2010/01/sera-que-um-dia-consiguirei-ouvir-essa.html' title='Será que um dia consiguirei ouvir essa música sem lembrar de vc ?'/><author><name>sweetinnocencee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270051723046538353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSuXSfoqdnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/04IF8ff-FR4/S220/PC310389.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/S1Ufv9skb1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/OC2gDRFs0FI/s72-c/loo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655896387146705743.post-371017365913077849</id><published>2010-01-18T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T18:48:58.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year (atrasado nem né ?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/S1UdC_PPJnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/rOqQqrO1v1U/s1600-h/l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428276863037286002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/S1UdC_PPJnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/rOqQqrO1v1U/s320/l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;aaaaaaaaa q o ano de 2010 seja muito muito bom pra mim !&lt;br /&gt;cheio de conquistas, alegria, PAZ, dinheiro, amizades,saúde,PROTEÇÃO DIVINA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;eeee... um pouco de auto-estima seria uma boa ideia concordam ????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;espero q tudo isso possa se realizar, mesmo mesmo !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;UM ÓTIMO ANO PARA TODOS VOCÊS !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&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/655896387146705743-371017365913077849?l=sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/feeds/371017365913077849/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-atrasado-nem-ne.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/371017365913077849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/371017365913077849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-atrasado-nem-ne.html' title='Happy New Year (atrasado nem né ?)'/><author><name>sweetinnocencee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270051723046538353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSuXSfoqdnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/04IF8ff-FR4/S220/PC310389.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/S1UdC_PPJnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/rOqQqrO1v1U/s72-c/l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655896387146705743.post-1965657940475630915</id><published>2010-01-18T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T18:36:39.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/S1UahUn0uqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/el1H61bwxdc/s1600-h/l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428274085638748834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/S1UahUn0uqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/el1H61bwxdc/s320/l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Oláaaaa,&lt;br /&gt;voltando aqui, é uma pena q eu esteja com tanta preguiça de digitar meus novos bebês ! meus poemas linds ( IRONIA NÉ ? ) fiz tantos poemas, e sempre esqueço de postar aqui ;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;vamos ver se me animo proximamente !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;xoxo&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/655896387146705743-1965657940475630915?l=sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/feeds/1965657940475630915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/1965657940475630915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/1965657940475630915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>sweetinnocencee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270051723046538353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSuXSfoqdnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/04IF8ff-FR4/S220/PC310389.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/S1UahUn0uqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/el1H61bwxdc/s72-c/l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655896387146705743.post-7624786765592710763</id><published>2009-11-06T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T13:49:34.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RESENHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/SvSZNG4llSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8B1Q7XlsCfU/s1600-h/normal_014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401110303589373218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/SvSZNG4llSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8B1Q7XlsCfU/s320/normal_014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;minha resenha da MDWT 2009 05/11/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;  Perfeito perfeito , perfeito...tudo começou quando eu e minha cúmplice caroline, saimos d ecasa em um sol de 40 graus, de short jeans, meia calça arrastão e wayfarers coloridos, todos olhavam para nós, foi DIVO nos sentimos a PRÓPRIA ANAHÍ ( dream ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ok, andamos até chegar ao ponto de onibus nun calor infernal, mas graças a Deus não esperamos nem 4 minutos \o/ nosso busão divo com ar condicionado geladíssimo para central chegou em boa hora *---------* era um nervosismo dentro daquele bus que vcs nem imaginam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quando chegamos na central ficamos perdidas, mas logo conseguimos encontrar o local onde meu segundo papai iria me buscar, entramos no carro e fomos para o vivo rio, chegando lá tava lotado, e eu e carol eramos as mais LOCOTCHONAS ( como diria minha amiga léh) , preferimos comer primeiro, antes de entrar na fila, após nosso breve lanche, entramos na fila umas 18:40 e fizemos amizades incríveis com as divas CAROL E NATHÁLIA , sem contar da moça de 36 anos anymaníaca de coração, titia diva ela, e mal pude acreditar, encontrei uma amiga virtual que conheço a 3 anos e meio, foi literalmente mágico ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;  Pulando algumas partes , vamos direto ao show, na INRTO meu coração tava tão acelerado que eu cheguei a pedir para as meninas me segurarem porque achava que ia desmaiar, mas graças a Deus fui forte, eu estava completamente arrepiada, namoral, nunca fiquei assim por tanto tempo.&lt;br /&gt;MD ao vivo foi foda, apesar de não ter visto nada na música por causa do tumulto, olhei MD pelo telão, e a coreografia estava diva *-* todas nós ( eu, caroline 1, caroline 2, léh e nath ) mudamos de lugar e ficamos bem de perto, morri lentamente com cada minuto ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;minhas favoritas ? obvio que foram SÁLVAME , ALGUN DÍA, ( DÃAAAAAAAA) TE PUEDO ESCUCHAR (eu e carol praticamente desmaiamos nessa música, a narrí chorou tanto que nossa senhora, uma onda de arrepios me tomou conta durante toda esta canção, só pensava em meu avózinho falecido a 6 anos e meio e é claro na dor da minha diva ) SUPER E. COM INTRO DE SINGLE LADIES DA QUEEN BEEYONCÉ e as mais rapidinhas EL ME MINTIÓ e HASTA QUE ME CONOCISTE, adorei tudinho, as duas ultimas músicas me deixaram sem fôlego, o que eram aqueles dançarinos sarados ? pqp, ela tova putona lá dançando com eles, toda sensual, meldels que show perfeito, foi o melhor da minha vida..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;  As coreografias, luzes, repertórios, o time entre as trocas de figurino, organização, absolutamente tudooooooo *o*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;sem falar que eu consegui mais uma vez o ato de fazer com que ela me visse, ela apontou pra mim umas 3 vezes, namoral, ngm acredita, mas foda-se, eu sei que foi pra mim, também ela ia pra um lado eu a junto, ela vinha pra outro e eu espertamente a seguia, buscando exatamente com que ela me desse um tchauzinho :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;deu certo, também eu tava pendurada naquela grade igual uma mulher macaca, não tinha como não ver, até a carol ganhou uma acenadinha da diva, ela quase desmaiou, jajajajaja,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;enfim, foi PERFEITO, PERFEITO e mais uma vez PERFEITO *---*&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/655896387146705743-7624786765592710763?l=sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/feeds/7624786765592710763/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2009/11/resenha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655896387146705743.post-3061398316066308973</id><published>2009-11-06T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T13:07:32.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NERVIOSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;estou tensa !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;tensa com o final do ano, tensa com a mostra na escola, tensa com esse calor, e com um medo danado de tomar um tombo no dia da mostra , durante a dança :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;aiaiaia, se isso acontecer juro que nunca mais sairei na rua em Nova Iguaçu :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSuXSfoqdnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/04IF8ff-FR4/S220/PC310389.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655896387146705743.post-6796346367859643524</id><published>2009-10-16T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T12:57:44.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/StjQDdKaTjI/AAAAAAAAADo/W83r6RC0H-0/s1600-h/87138114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393289311562649138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/StjQDdKaTjI/AAAAAAAAADo/W83r6RC0H-0/s320/87138114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Meu pc já chegou e agora voltarei a postar com mais frequência,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;estou escrevendo cada coisa mais linda&amp;amp;emo do que a outra *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;aiaiaiai, já estamos no quarto bimestre, e logo logo estarei na minha formatura, chorando descontraladamente pela ausência antecepidada dos meus "FRENDS" (rs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;um milhão de beijos para todos que me acompanham aqui ;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;                                                                                                             Lorraine Oliveira&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/655896387146705743-6796346367859643524?l=sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/feeds/6796346367859643524/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/6796346367859643524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/6796346367859643524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>sweetinnocencee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270051723046538353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSuXSfoqdnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/04IF8ff-FR4/S220/PC310389.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/StjQDdKaTjI/AAAAAAAAADo/W83r6RC0H-0/s72-c/87138114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655896387146705743.post-3675603333507505694</id><published>2009-09-17T13:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T13:55:03.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meu terceiro ano *-*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/SrKiHm7Fe6I/AAAAAAAAADg/n3Nl1GpdqAw/s1600-h/OgAAALBLPiKm_sDr3pE9eC_iLShfY3JemnIp7z9CEXiv0Jq7I98EQAvdDhfPF9t2TYKjn7frFQmZ3mAy-VPaMh195iMAm1T1UFEa3MgEIBePjxrFjpKddMHceYMB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382542756252318626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/SrKiHm7Fe6I/AAAAAAAAADg/n3Nl1GpdqAw/s320/OgAAALBLPiKm_sDr3pE9eC_iLShfY3JemnIp7z9CEXiv0Jq7I98EQAvdDhfPF9t2TYKjn7frFQmZ3mAy-VPaMh195iMAm1T1UFEa3MgEIBePjxrFjpKddMHceYMB.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;sentirei falta de tudo que vivo dentro daquela sala.&lt;br /&gt;das risadas , gargalhadas histéricas, choros, medo, raiva, estresse, ódio, AMOR.&lt;br /&gt;tudo, simplesmente todas as situações que me levaram aos extremos.&lt;br /&gt;não queria perder contato com ninguém, mas sei que isso é inevitável.&lt;br /&gt;só espero ser recordada nas lembranças de cada um daqueles, que para mim serão INESQUECÍVEIS. xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/SrKaSyTHz8I/AAAAAAAAADY/XUFmdS2ypOs/s1600-h/OgAAABr5edXeReA5fBdU5v5vRQ6VnxNTlZ0CyMSsCSdw9qZA-drHkXG9UR00h7LjPaP1GWt-7vi_hQeqPwRhthdTJS8Am1T1UBTFYDsxHCW8bq8vJrmlsx8u5FoQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382534152191463362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/SrKaSyTHz8I/AAAAAAAAADY/XUFmdS2ypOs/s320/OgAAABr5edXeReA5fBdU5v5vRQ6VnxNTlZ0CyMSsCSdw9qZA-drHkXG9UR00h7LjPaP1GWt-7vi_hQeqPwRhthdTJS8Am1T1UBTFYDsxHCW8bq8vJrmlsx8u5FoQ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;amados, sei que tem tempo que não entro aqui, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;mas estou sem pc ( ÉA TREVA )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;assim que minha mamadí resolver me dar outro de presente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;recuperarei o tempo perdido , postando várias coisinhas aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;xo, Lorraine&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/655896387146705743-577096719050649838?l=sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/feeds/577096719050649838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2009/09/justificando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655896387146705743.post-2725472143083627492</id><published>2009-08-23T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T14:26:19.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15º precipício</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MOMENTO : RELÍQUIAS DE MINHA VIDA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gente,olha a poesia suicida que eu achei, eu tinha 13 anos , haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;muito louca, eu assumo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o que fazer quando tudo o que vc mais quer é se jogar do 15º precipício?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não pra se matar,  mas simplesmente pra ter um momento de liberdade. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meio louco eu sei, mas pelo menos por alguns segundos sentiria na pele o que é voar, voar pra longe de tudo e de todos, ficar sozinha, imersa em meus pensamentos, e com o coração entregue nas mãos de DEUS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pode parecer algo clichê, mas.. não encontro outra maneira de viver.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nada mais tem graça, nem aquelas músicas que eu dizia que animariam até uma múmia, tudo o que me cerca parece ser falso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nada tem realmente um verdadeiro valor, todos se aproximam pra ter o que vc tem, não pra acrescentar algo em sua vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;voar, voar para longe daqui.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655896387146705743-2725472143083627492?l=sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSuXSfoqdnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/04IF8ff-FR4/S220/PC310389.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655896387146705743.post-1301001685869225104</id><published>2009-08-11T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T19:44:26.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>um pouco do seu amor ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/SoIrl_8TAAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9G1EGv_9OvI/s1600-h/anynanau.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/SoIrl_8TAAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9G1EGv_9OvI/s320/anynanau.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368901637598543874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;um pouco deprê pelo fato de não ter conhecido minha narrí, mas se não aconteceu ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;era porque não era pra ser , INFELIZMENTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;se ela soubesse o tamanho do meu amor por ela, maior que o céu, maior que o mar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;maior que tudo que jamais um dia eu pude imaginar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;gostaria de chegar cara a cara de você e dizer : minha vida é você.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho certeza de que vc veria o quanto meu amor por você é realmente verdadeiro e forte. Te amo eterna diva, Narrí s2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655896387146705743-1301001685869225104?l=sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/feeds/1301001685869225104/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2009/08/um-pouco-do-seu-amor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/1301001685869225104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/1301001685869225104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2009/08/um-pouco-do-seu-amor.html' title='um pouco do seu amor ?'/><author><name>sweetinnocencee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270051723046538353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSuXSfoqdnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/04IF8ff-FR4/S220/PC310389.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/SoIrl_8TAAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9G1EGv_9OvI/s72-c/anynanau.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655896387146705743.post-5663205681742973494</id><published>2009-08-01T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T15:07:36.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caçadora de SONHOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/SnS8bw54B3I/AAAAAAAAADI/Wo3IsRs319M/s1600-h/88042278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/SnS8bw54B3I/AAAAAAAAADI/Wo3IsRs319M/s320/88042278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365120241275242354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Procura-se sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Não, você não leu errado, eu realmente estou em busca de sonhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;já que os meus foram roubados, por alguém que não lembro o rosto nem o nome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Talvez fosse um anjo, um fantasma ou um mago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Talvez fosse inveja de alguém que não me recordo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Roubaram os de mim tão brutalmente, não pude sonhá-los nem se quer mais um segundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Não tive permissão para despedidas, o que me faz esquecer cada vez mais rápido de tudo que eu estava sonhando, no auge da minha felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Procura-se os MEUS sonhos, não sei quem os tirou de minha cabeça e do meu coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;talvez fosse uma bruxa (?) ou talvez nada disso tivesse acontecido ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                      &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;              Lorraine Oliveira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;S.O.P ( sobre o poema ) -&gt; Uma tentativa de escrever como minha cabecinha fica quando estou angustiada, confusa ou ansiosa. É tudo tão confuso, que nem eu sei o que acontece. ROUBARAM OS MEUS SONHOS ? ou fui eu mesma que os roubei de mim ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655896387146705743-5663205681742973494?l=sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/feeds/5663205681742973494/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2009/08/cacadora-de-sonhos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/5663205681742973494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/5663205681742973494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2009/08/cacadora-de-sonhos.html' title='Caçadora de SONHOS'/><author><name>sweetinnocencee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270051723046538353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSuXSfoqdnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/04IF8ff-FR4/S220/PC310389.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/SnS8bw54B3I/AAAAAAAAADI/Wo3IsRs319M/s72-c/88042278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655896387146705743.post-6196835383899939245</id><published>2009-08-01T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T16:18:26.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fairytopia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/SnS38q2iwtI/AAAAAAAAADA/rr3Vv2aSuk8/s1600-h/88068151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/SnS38q2iwtI/AAAAAAAAADA/rr3Vv2aSuk8/s320/88068151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365115309028197074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Passo a passo, subidas e decidas, atitudes e sorrisos,&lt;br /&gt;tudo isso me deixa com mais vontade de conhecer o mundo das fadas,&lt;br /&gt;tá; digam o que quiserem, mas , às vezes eu realmente acho que elas são reais.&lt;br /&gt;E pra ser mais "louca" ainda, sempre quis ser como elas, UMA delas.&lt;br /&gt;As fadas não choram, não sofrem, não machucam os outros nem a si mesma,&lt;br /&gt;são livres, L-I-V-R-E-S. existe palavra melhor ?&lt;br /&gt;não se preocupam com absolutamente nada, elas vivem sua vida, sozinha ou acompanhada, no norte ou no sul, faça chuva ou faça sol.&lt;br /&gt;nada as abala, elas são duras.Duras, mas de um jeito doce, sútil, MÁGICO.&lt;br /&gt;essa é a minha visão sobre fadas, um espelho de tudo que eu sempre quis ser *-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                    Lorraine Oliveira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655896387146705743-6196835383899939245?l=sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/feeds/6196835383899939245/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2009/08/fairytopia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/6196835383899939245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/6196835383899939245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2009/08/fairytopia.html' title='fairytopia'/><author><name>sweetinnocencee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270051723046538353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSuXSfoqdnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/04IF8ff-FR4/S220/PC310389.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/SnS38q2iwtI/AAAAAAAAADA/rr3Vv2aSuk8/s72-c/88068151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655896387146705743.post-8658804889804283658</id><published>2009-07-27T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T16:20:06.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>flutuando....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSuiJ6nWfII/AAAAAAAAAPY/ileMY_IC724/s1600/OgAAAOfhsHLxjPB62QEjmH1Ie8ujaDEk5_chYUneaY3ql1QYpSHjf2Ew8Q1y9pW0gYL-j04FsO5nlWXPADg5M8-eSqAAm1T1UI1htgsIICZBYoBm4Kj3uZz8jIz5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSuiJ6nWfII/AAAAAAAAAPY/ileMY_IC724/s320/OgAAAOfhsHLxjPB62QEjmH1Ie8ujaDEk5_chYUneaY3ql1QYpSHjf2Ew8Q1y9pW0gYL-j04FsO5nlWXPADg5M8-eSqAAm1T1UI1htgsIICZBYoBm4Kj3uZz8jIz5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560716456155839618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/Sm5zHSCO6XI/AAAAAAAAAC4/FJ8uH9DICik/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;E hoje posso dizer : já me recuperei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;estou bem e deixei para trás todas as dúvidas e inseguranças,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;me reergui e fiz o favor de colocar um sorriso em meu rosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Tive que ser forte, mas nem tanto, pude perceber que não era tão grande quanto imaginava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Menos mal, no entanto, foi grande o suficiente para me magooar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Estou flutuando, longe dos problemas e incertezas , estou no meu canto e sossegada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Deixo para trás aquele meu eu, digamos .... estúpidamente enganada por um falso (?) amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;                                                                                                              &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                     Lorraine Oliveira , xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&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/655896387146705743-8658804889804283658?l=sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/feeds/8658804889804283658/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2009/07/flutuando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/8658804889804283658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/8658804889804283658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2009/07/flutuando.html' title='flutuando....'/><author><name>sweetinnocencee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270051723046538353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSuXSfoqdnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/04IF8ff-FR4/S220/PC310389.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSuiJ6nWfII/AAAAAAAAAPY/ileMY_IC724/s72-c/OgAAAOfhsHLxjPB62QEjmH1Ie8ujaDEk5_chYUneaY3ql1QYpSHjf2Ew8Q1y9pW0gYL-j04FsO5nlWXPADg5M8-eSqAAm1T1UI1htgsIICZBYoBm4Kj3uZz8jIz5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655896387146705743.post-8699527206735029822</id><published>2009-07-16T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:51:23.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sufocar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/Sl-bVpY3CGI/AAAAAAAAACE/6gT4XtmFPxs/s1600-h/Bluck+-+By+Mod.Twi.+%2876%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359172877783861346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 318px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/Sl-bVpY3CGI/AAAAAAAAACE/6gT4XtmFPxs/s320/Bluck+-+By+Mod.Twi.+%2876%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Estar apaixonada sem ser correspondida,&lt;br /&gt;é como "sufocar".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Não se pode seguir sozinha, sem ajuda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;pois vc sente que aquele é seu último momento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;a qualquer momento vc pode precisar de um apoio, um amigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Não há maneiras de enxergar as pessoas, não se é possível olhar em seus olhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;só há um par de olhor que lhe interessa, e é o dele. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Somente o dele, mais ninguém importa para voce. N-I-N-G-U-É-M !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Seu caminho ? é o dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sua verdade ? é a dele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Seus medos ? os mesmos que os dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sua voz ? no mesmo timbre que a dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sua mente ? absolutamente dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;e seu coração? IRREVOGAVELMENTE DELE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;My autoria *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&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/655896387146705743-8699527206735029822?l=sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/feeds/8699527206735029822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2009/07/sufocar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/8699527206735029822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/8699527206735029822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2009/07/sufocar.html' title='sufocar'/><author><name>sweetinnocencee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270051723046538353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSuXSfoqdnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/04IF8ff-FR4/S220/PC310389.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/Sl-bVpY3CGI/AAAAAAAAACE/6gT4XtmFPxs/s72-c/Bluck+-+By+Mod.Twi.+%2876%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655896387146705743.post-7287008118230307423</id><published>2009-07-10T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T14:05:08.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ill be there ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/SlespeJ5BUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vyb-q9JHnLs/s1600-h/OgAAABqcxVXpq4_LfZLtkrpXAM2PzvpHN_wKODtJRBVO8oem9y3yD09T6xzDbYq20Ed6hwa7bg7T7OLVfHAtrD2AbrMAm1T1UG9K-SFhDbzisWxc5eTNyNEm7SQS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356940110249657666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/SlespeJ5BUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vyb-q9JHnLs/s320/OgAAABqcxVXpq4_LfZLtkrpXAM2PzvpHN_wKODtJRBVO8oem9y3yD09T6xzDbYq20Ed6hwa7bg7T7OLVfHAtrD2AbrMAm1T1UG9K-SFhDbzisWxc5eTNyNEm7SQS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Estenderei minha mão pra você&lt;br /&gt;Terei fé em tudo que você fizer&lt;br /&gt;Apenas chame meu nome&lt;br /&gt;E estarei lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Estarei lá para confortá-la&lt;br /&gt;Construir meu mundo de sonhos ao seu redor&lt;br /&gt;Estou tão feliz por tê-la encontrado&lt;br /&gt;Estarei lá com um amor eterno&lt;br /&gt;Serei sua força; ficarei firme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Estarei lá para protejê-la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Com um amor não egoísta que a respeita&lt;br /&gt;Apenas chame meu nome&lt;br /&gt;E estarei lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOTO : Anahí no tributo ao Michael Jackson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655896387146705743-7287008118230307423?l=sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/feeds/7287008118230307423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2009/07/ill-be-there.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/7287008118230307423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/7287008118230307423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2009/07/ill-be-there.html' title='ill be there ♥'/><author><name>sweetinnocencee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270051723046538353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSuXSfoqdnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/04IF8ff-FR4/S220/PC310389.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/SlespeJ5BUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vyb-q9JHnLs/s72-c/OgAAABqcxVXpq4_LfZLtkrpXAM2PzvpHN_wKODtJRBVO8oem9y3yD09T6xzDbYq20Ed6hwa7bg7T7OLVfHAtrD2AbrMAm1T1UG9K-SFhDbzisWxc5eTNyNEm7SQS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655896387146705743.post-4485152838416873674</id><published>2009-07-10T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T13:47:26.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ADIOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/SlenoT1WDVI/AAAAAAAAABs/M2quw46-pyw/s1600-h/MichaelJacksonDancando1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356934592741117266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/SlenoT1WDVI/AAAAAAAAABs/M2quw46-pyw/s320/MichaelJacksonDancando1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hoje bateu uma vontadezinha de postar meu ADEUS ao MJ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;vou contar minha pequena história com ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;sim, eu descobri que o amava tanto assim somente após sua morte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;sempre gostei, cantava músicas , tinha cds, dvds, revistas tudo graças ao meu padrasto. Até então, tudo bem, o que eu não sabia, é que era praticamente uma JACKSONMANÍACA ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;quando ouvi a notícia, michael joseph jackson se foi, pronto meu mundo caiu, logo pude reparar que ele não era simplesmente qualquer cantor para mim, ele era O CANTOR, como é possível manter esse sentimento dormente dentro de mim o tempo todo ? talvez fosse porque ele não aparecia tanto assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Só sei que hoje sinto muito sua falta, falta de seus passos incríveis, seu coração gigante e sua voz extraordinária.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Espero que esteja bem e orgulhoso de tudo que fez em terra, realmente foi uma pena você ter morrido ainda infeliz devido cicatrizes do passado, você era um rei , e não deu tempo de você reconhecer isso :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;MJ o melhor dos melhores, i love you man&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/655896387146705743-4485152838416873674?l=sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/feeds/4485152838416873674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2009/07/adios.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/4485152838416873674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/4485152838416873674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2009/07/adios.html' title='ADIOS'/><author><name>sweetinnocencee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270051723046538353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSuXSfoqdnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/04IF8ff-FR4/S220/PC310389.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/SlenoT1WDVI/AAAAAAAAABs/M2quw46-pyw/s72-c/MichaelJacksonDancando1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655896387146705743.post-7403799340970153059</id><published>2009-07-09T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:50:38.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>recuperando um antigo poema</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/Sla6gjSiT6I/AAAAAAAAABk/jGZm7ZPj-Y4/s1600-h/nelenathree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356673875195350946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/Sla6gjSiT6I/AAAAAAAAABk/jGZm7ZPj-Y4/s320/nelenathree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Poema de uma época em que tudo eram flores xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeona diva , TKM *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Te amar virou um vício !&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que fecho os olhos, penso em você&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que vejo um casal apaixonado, penso em você&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que ouço uma música romântica, lembro de você&lt;br /&gt;Te amar é o meu vício, do qual não quero me curar jamais,pois apenas com seu sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;vc me faz esquecer que existe um mundo por trás,&lt;br /&gt;me faz querer ser só sua e de mais ninguém ...&lt;br /&gt;com você sinto algo diferente, algo que nunca havia sentido antes ..&lt;br /&gt;você me encanta com o seu jeito de ser, e me envolve com suas palavras !&lt;br /&gt;não dá pra resistir ao seu amor,vc roubou meu coraçãaoe quer saber ? eu nem quero ele de volta .&lt;br /&gt;VOCÊ é meu porto seguro, a pessoa na qual sempre confiarei,não me deixe ficar sem você NUNCA, por favor.&lt;br /&gt;porque te amar é a essência da miinha vida ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Lorraine Oliveira &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/655896387146705743-7403799340970153059?l=sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/feeds/7403799340970153059/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2009/07/recuperando-um-antigo-poema.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/7403799340970153059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/7403799340970153059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2009/07/recuperando-um-antigo-poema.html' title='recuperando um antigo poema'/><author><name>sweetinnocencee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270051723046538353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSuXSfoqdnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/04IF8ff-FR4/S220/PC310389.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/Sla6gjSiT6I/AAAAAAAAABk/jGZm7ZPj-Y4/s72-c/nelenathree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655896387146705743.post-8045685819413457140</id><published>2009-07-09T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T19:58:18.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>perdida em minha própria mente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/Slat27PzySI/AAAAAAAAABc/2GdavhigevI/s1600-h/ATgAAACWMTOZg9vO6HIWjXTALpzO7nGr4-OPEeYD4ltcc4V1LPddESGWkhNCXUPQ-GRJs9_4C7sR4D7cFzuMIE2nB4QfAJtU9VB3WWMygiFsrL3BcVOHKJsRMttzcw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356659965932325154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/Slat27PzySI/AAAAAAAAABc/2GdavhigevI/s320/ATgAAACWMTOZg9vO6HIWjXTALpzO7nGr4-OPEeYD4ltcc4V1LPddESGWkhNCXUPQ-GRJs9_4C7sR4D7cFzuMIE2nB4QfAJtU9VB3WWMygiFsrL3BcVOHKJsRMttzcw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;O que fazer quando se sente há ponto de flutuar por uma pessoa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;e essa pessoa não faz a menor ideia disso ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;não há como ditar leis ao coração, e nem inventar um manual para um possível usuário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;as vezes penso que seria melhor nascer daqui há alguns milênios, certamente até lá,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;já existiria algo para facilitar pessoas desiludidas &amp;amp; desesperadas como eu !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pensamento da minha cabecinha ;*&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/655896387146705743-8045685819413457140?l=sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/feeds/8045685819413457140/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2009/07/perdida-em-minha-propria-mente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/8045685819413457140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/8045685819413457140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2009/07/perdida-em-minha-propria-mente.html' title='perdida em minha própria mente'/><author><name>sweetinnocencee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270051723046538353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSuXSfoqdnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/04IF8ff-FR4/S220/PC310389.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/Slat27PzySI/AAAAAAAAABc/2GdavhigevI/s72-c/ATgAAACWMTOZg9vO6HIWjXTALpzO7nGr4-OPEeYD4ltcc4V1LPddESGWkhNCXUPQ-GRJs9_4C7sR4D7cFzuMIE2nB4QfAJtU9VB3WWMygiFsrL3BcVOHKJsRMttzcw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655896387146705743.post-7613955007280389324</id><published>2009-07-08T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T14:04:52.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>always e forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/SlUJs7hxb2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/gWhd5lStai0/s1600-h/15y7set.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/SlUJs7hxb2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/gWhd5lStai0/s320/15y7set.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356197999325310818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;ALWAYS E FOREVER ( sí, copiando a taylor s.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempe acontecem coisas para lhe abater, quando estás com um sorriso no rosto.&lt;br /&gt;A sensação de que você tem tudo, mas na verdade não tem nada é cada vez mais constante.&lt;br /&gt;E o que nos resta ?&lt;br /&gt;despedaçar esse coração machucado ?&lt;br /&gt;Quando descobrir a resposta, prometo lhes dizer.&lt;br /&gt;Mas por enquanto, sigo buscando a resposta para curar este coração machucado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha autoria ;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655896387146705743-7613955007280389324?l=sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/feeds/7613955007280389324/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2009/07/always-e-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/7613955007280389324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/7613955007280389324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2009/07/always-e-forever.html' title='always e forever'/><author><name>sweetinnocencee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270051723046538353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSuXSfoqdnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/04IF8ff-FR4/S220/PC310389.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/SlUJs7hxb2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/gWhd5lStai0/s72-c/15y7set.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655896387146705743.post-1429423638864409973</id><published>2009-07-08T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T14:01:59.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vamos a la apresentación</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/SlUJPOydVJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VHsbH4XqU48/s1600-h/lorraine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/SlUJPOydVJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VHsbH4XqU48/s320/lorraine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356197489099494546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Em fim ... meu blog ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;já estava na hora, desde pequena que queria ter um blog (haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;escreverei aqui várias coisas sobre minha vidinha , meus poemas e etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;espero que possam acompanhar *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;xoxo ;*&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/655896387146705743-1429423638864409973?l=sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/feeds/1429423638864409973/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2009/07/vamos-la-apresentacion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/1429423638864409973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/1429423638864409973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2009/07/vamos-la-apresentacion.html' title='vamos a la apresentación'/><author><name>sweetinnocencee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270051723046538353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSuXSfoqdnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/04IF8ff-FR4/S220/PC310389.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/SlUJPOydVJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VHsbH4XqU48/s72-c/lorraine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655896387146705743.post-3709214012960623038</id><published>2009-07-08T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T13:55:37.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inaugurando y.y</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/SlUEwWlplOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/9syz1CT0LVw/s1600-h/y1p9ikdkHnlsacXs-o_PvhCCiJL-q4OmnEiaadRvK-G78EdL108qwuvi6k9yvemBDE3NnG-SYjtXqY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/SlUEwWlplOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/9syz1CT0LVw/s320/y1p9ikdkHnlsacXs-o_PvhCCiJL-q4OmnEiaadRvK-G78EdL108qwuvi6k9yvemBDE3NnG-SYjtXqY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356192560570799330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nossas dúvidas são traiçoeiras e nos fazem perder o bem que poderíamos conquistar, se não fosse o medo de tentar. &lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/655896387146705743-3709214012960623038?l=sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/feeds/3709214012960623038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2009/07/inaugurando-yy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/3709214012960623038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655896387146705743/posts/default/3709214012960623038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-innocencee.blogspot.com/2009/07/inaugurando-yy.html' title='inaugurando y.y'/><author><name>sweetinnocencee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10270051723046538353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/TSuXSfoqdnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/04IF8ff-FR4/S220/PC310389.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjI4eVxvA8k/SlUEwWlplOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/9syz1CT0LVw/s72-c/y1p9ikdkHnlsacXs-o_PvhCCiJL-q4OmnEiaadRvK-G78EdL108qwuvi6k9yvemBDE3NnG-SYjtXqY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
