<?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-1362099832786169401</id><updated>2012-02-10T21:41:33.841-02:00</updated><title type='text'>''Não se pergunte por que as pessoas enlouquecem. Se pergunte por que NÃO enlouquecem."</title><subtitle type='html'>Acho que fiz tudo do jeito melhor, meio torto, talvez, mas tenho tentado da maneira mais bonita que sei.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>226</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-5607451996483693841</id><published>2012-02-10T21:40:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T21:41:33.847-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais coisas que amamos neles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; 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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Barba por fazer - aquela que ele deixou acumular por uns 3,4 dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LcIehAitz2M/TzRL7Y8NxtI/AAAAAAAAA3A/ISgav9O_gJs/s1600/015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LcIehAitz2M/TzRL7Y8NxtI/AAAAAAAAA3A/ISgav9O_gJs/s320/015.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Jeito mais largado - os ''estilo boy'' não são preferência&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; O jeito como eles brincam com gatos, cachorros ou bebês &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cE1lhYNpZjg/TzRUXDOD3YI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/CPfT0rm_iWY/s1600/0,,46950883,00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cE1lhYNpZjg/TzRUXDOD3YI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/CPfT0rm_iWY/s320/0,,46950883,00.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&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/1362099832786169401-5289878345431881517?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/5289878345431881517/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2012/02/18-coisas-que-amamos-neles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/5289878345431881517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/5289878345431881517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2012/02/18-coisas-que-amamos-neles.html' title='18 coisas que amamos neles'/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LcIehAitz2M/TzRL7Y8NxtI/AAAAAAAAA3A/ISgav9O_gJs/s72-c/015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-9179307235475554555</id><published>2012-01-30T00:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T00:29:40.881-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-size: x-small;"&gt;[Achei esse texto no Tumblr de alguém e não faço a menor ideia de que filme/série é, mas ele é muito lindo.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kpkhYWLU5fM/TZDtXvOEe5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/-2uqGWj3Tvg/s1600/esperando.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kpkhYWLU5fM/TZDtXvOEe5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/-2uqGWj3Tvg/s400/esperando.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;"Quando me perguntam quem é o meu herói, sempre vem na mente o cachorro do meu falecido avô.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Meu avô o encontrou em uma estação de trem e ficou com ele por alguns longos anos, o cachorro era tão fiel, que esperava todos os dias o meu avô voltar do trabalho sentado no mesmo lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Algum tempo depois, o meu avô teve uma parada cardíaca e faleceu. O cachorro continuou esperando até a morte, em todas as estações do ano, meu avô voltar do trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;E então eu me pergunto, &lt;b&gt;será que alguém faria isso por você? Será que assim como o cachorro do meu avô, alguém seria capaz de estar sempre ao seu lado? Te esperando independente de qualquer coisa?&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-9179307235475554555?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/9179307235475554555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2012/01/achei-esse-texto-no-tumblr-de-alguem-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/9179307235475554555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/9179307235475554555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2012/01/achei-esse-texto-no-tumblr-de-alguem-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kpkhYWLU5fM/TZDtXvOEe5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/-2uqGWj3Tvg/s72-c/esperando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-5726604652083130443</id><published>2012-01-25T22:04:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T22:05:20.690-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwq6uvOjVE1qhlp5eo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwq6uvOjVE1qhlp5eo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[…] E que o nosso amor seja eterno, seja doce, lindo,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mas acima de tudo verdadeiro.&lt;/b&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/1362099832786169401-5726604652083130443?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/5726604652083130443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-que-o-nosso-amor-seja-eterno-seja.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/5726604652083130443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/5726604652083130443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-que-o-nosso-amor-seja-eterno-seja.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-3519120727852307349</id><published>2012-01-23T23:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T23:51:25.012-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/21663241/old_street_by_fotouczniak-d4ncw2b_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/21663241/old_street_by_fotouczniak-d4ncw2b_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Às vezes, quando se é jovem, você acha que nada pode te machucar, é como ser invencível. &amp;nbsp;Sua vida toda está a sua frente e você tem grandes planos. GRANDES PLANOS. Achar seu par perfeito. Aquele que te completa. Mas conforme vai envelhecendo, percebe que nem sempre é tão fácil assim. Só no fim da vida percebe que os planos que fez, são só planos. Pois no final, quando olha para trás ao invés de para frente... que você quer acreditar que fez o máximo com o que a vida te deu. Quer acreditar que está deixando algo bom para trás. &lt;b&gt;Você quer que tudo tenha sido importante.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-3519120727852307349?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/3519120727852307349/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2012/01/as-vezes-quando-se-e-jovem-voce-acha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/3519120727852307349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/3519120727852307349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2012/01/as-vezes-quando-se-e-jovem-voce-acha.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-3761475173971103418</id><published>2012-01-23T00:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T00:53:04.901-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.wikia.com/suburgatory/images/c/c5/Dalia_Royce.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://images.wikia.com/suburgatory/images/c/c5/Dalia_Royce.jpg" width="207" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"E lá estavam, duas meninas. Uma de cabelo arrumado, unha pintada, saia curta, e maquiagem pesada. A outra; com uma blusa enorme do Guns n’ Roses, um shorts preto, cara de sono, uma coca na mão, e as unhas todas roidas. A garota arrumada olhou para ela, e falou “vamos te arrumar.” Levantou-se, pente-ou o cabelo da garota, tirou seus óculos, colocou uma blusa apertada nela, vestia-a em uma mini saia, e um salto alto. Fez uma maquiagem enorme nela, e fez ela se olhar no espelho. E falou subtamente em seu ouvido “Agora sim, vão te querer na cama.” E a outra garota, olhou pra ela…tirou a blusa colada. “Isso não vai me dar mais cárater. ” Vestiu sua blusa do Guns n’ Roses, e continuou fitando a garota. Tirou sua mini saia, e disse “Isso não vai me dar um coração maior.” Pegou um pano, e arrancou toda a maquiagem de seu rosto. “Isso não vai dizer quem eu sou.” E finalmente, arrancou seu salto. “Isso é só um rótulo.” A menina arrumada, olhou-a, e falou: Por isso, que nunca, nunca, vão te querer. Olhe este cabelo! E essas roupas?! Você parece uma menina de rua! Você não se arruma, você nunca irá encontrar alguém. A menina da camisa do Guns n’ Roses olhou-a rindo, e falou, com calma - Se me quiserem, eu quero que me queiram por quem eu sou. Se me acharem bonita, quero que acordem comigo do mesmo jeito que me viram pela primeira vez. Se acharam que eu me visto bem, precisaram aceitar o que eu uso em casa.” A menina arrumada ficou sem palavras. E viu que todos os meninos que ficaram com ela, na verdade só queriam quem ela fingia ser. E não quem ela era. Aquela menina desengonçada, bagunçada, tinha acabado, de falar o que nunca, nenhuma de suas “amigas” teria coragem de lhe dizer."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-3761475173971103418?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/3761475173971103418/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-la-estavam-duas-meninas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/3761475173971103418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/3761475173971103418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-la-estavam-duas-meninas.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-3473512346784388189</id><published>2012-01-21T19:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T19:59:04.087-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly5s1w0WlM1r629awo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly5s1w0WlM1r629awo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #88878a; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Até parece que você já tinha o meu manual de instruções, porque você decifra os meus sonhos, porque você sabe o que eu gosto. E porque quando você me abraça, o mundo gira devagar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #88878a; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #88878a; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;Pitty&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/1362099832786169401-3473512346784388189?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/3473512346784388189/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2012/01/ate-parece-que-voce-ja-tinha-o-meu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/3473512346784388189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/3473512346784388189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2012/01/ate-parece-que-voce-ja-tinha-o-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-8261038313383920602</id><published>2012-01-16T01:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T01:01:14.588-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://downloadsblitz.aeiou.pt/galerias/galeria_456/photos/0%20(8).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://downloadsblitz.aeiou.pt/galerias/galeria_456/photos/0%20(8).jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Bem, eu realmente aprendi algumas coisas e uma delas é que a felicidade não tem nada a ver com a aprovação das outras pessoas. O que é realmente importante é estar feliz com você mesmo, encontrar alguém que é importante para você e seguir adiante sem ligar para que os outros falam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Kurt Cobain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-8261038313383920602?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/8261038313383920602/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2012/01/bem-eu-realmente-aprendi-algumas-coisas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/8261038313383920602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/8261038313383920602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2012/01/bem-eu-realmente-aprendi-algumas-coisas.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-7902705394549545321</id><published>2012-01-14T17:13:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T17:13:48.507-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: #282828; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;A tua vida é a tua vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Não a deixes ser dividida em submissão fria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Está atento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Há outros caminhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Há uma luz algures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Pode não ser muita luz mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;vence a escuridão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Está atento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Os deuses oferecer-te-ão hipóteses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Conhece-las.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Agarra-las.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Não podes vencer a morte mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;podes vencer a morte em vida, às vezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;E quanto mais o aprendes a fazê-lo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;mais luz haverá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;A tua vida é a tua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Memoriza-o enquanto a tens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;És magnífico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Os deuses esperam por se deliciarem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;em ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #282842; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #282842; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;(&lt;span style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;Charles Bukowski)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-7902705394549545321?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/7902705394549545321/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2012/01/tua-vida-e-tua-vida-nao-deixes-ser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/7902705394549545321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/7902705394549545321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2012/01/tua-vida-e-tua-vida-nao-deixes-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-6563603063977169837</id><published>2012-01-12T23:04:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T23:04:36.526-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llelc5xSSx1qiuue8o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llelc5xSSx1qiuue8o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;"Tô procurando por um&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;carinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;, um&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;dengo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;desses que só você tem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;. Quero o&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;amparo do teu abraço&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;o calor dos teus beijos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;e o&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;teu mimo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;. Quero sentir os arrepios que a tua presença causa em minha pele, e as borboletas em meu estômago, que brincam com a minha sanidade quando coloco a cabeça em teu peito e fico a escutar as batidas do teu coração.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Quero ser a dona dos teus pensamentos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;, quero te causar esse mesmo efeito alucinógeno que causas em mim.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Quero fazer-te sentir amor, quero fazer-te feliz"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-7849801370551201862?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/7849801370551201862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2012/01/to-procurando-por-um-carinho-um-dengo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/7849801370551201862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/7849801370551201862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2012/01/to-procurando-por-um-carinho-um-dengo.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-6088799572336336052</id><published>2012-01-09T23:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T23:31:52.820-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Eu estive afastada do blog durante todo esse tempo porque estava tentando realizar um sonho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Dei a louca, sai de casa e fui tentar fazer a minha vida e aos trancos e barrancos sobrevivi durante quase 2 meses longe de casa, numa cidade muito grande, longe das pessoas que eu realmente amo e aguentando coisas absurdas. Não consigo me arrepender do que fiz, acho que é porque acredito que tudo o que acontece com a gente serve de experiencia pro futuro, principalmente quando não dá certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Não vou ficar aqui dando detalhes, afinal isso aqui não é um diário, mas acho que tem uma frase que resume bem o que eu quero dizer pra vocês: &lt;strike&gt;(sei que tem muita gente que não curte muito as frases do Caio Fernando de Abreu, mas EU AMO!)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 class="photo-title" id="title_div5519370273" property="dc:title" style="background-color: #fefefe; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; line-height: 1.3em; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;"Se não for hoje, um dia será. Algumas coisas, por mais impossíveis e malucas que pareçam, a gente sabe, bem no fundo, que foram feitas pra um dia dar certo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fefefe; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;"&gt;- Caio Fernando Abreu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fefefe; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fefefe; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;// Juuuhh&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/1362099832786169401-6088799572336336052?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/6088799572336336052/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-estive-afastada-do-blog-durante-todo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/6088799572336336052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/6088799572336336052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-estive-afastada-do-blog-durante-todo.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-6612014269064605937</id><published>2012-01-08T22:32:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T22:34:50.883-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Gosto de filmes bobocas tipo ''Procura-se um amor que goste de cachorros'', ''A sogra'', ''Armações do amor'' e ''Como perder um homem em 10 dias''. Na verdade, qualquer filme com ''amor'' no título eu já gosto. Apesar de amar bichos, hamsters me dão arrepios e prefiro cachorros do que gatos. Não tolero aranhas e moscas e acho que lagartixas podiam não existir no planeta. Esqueci a fórmula de Bhaskara, não sei nada de física quântica, não sei nada de Michael Foucault, conto nos dedos, não gosto de carnaval, adoraria saber falar italiano, meu sotaque gaúcho é forte, meu cabelo nem sempre é meu amigo, não entendo nada de futebol, de vez em quando eu surto, queria ter vários quilos a menos e alguns centímetros a mais, não gosto do meu pé, meu dedão direito da mão é estranho pra carajo, minha vida de vez em quando é uma novela mexicana, eu faço muito drama,trabalho muito e ganho pouco, queria ganhar a vida escrevendo, nenhuma editora me chama pra tomar chá das cinco, minha conta vive no limite,não sou expert em relacionamentos e relações, ao contrário do que todo mundo pensa eu tenho muitos problemas, sim, eu tenho muitos problemas, eu não sou uma guru, uma ninja, ''uma deusa, uma louca, uma feiticeira'', faço terapia uma vez por semana para tentar me encaixar nesse mundo maluco e doente, queria saber cantar direito, não gosto do Faustão nem do Aerosmith, detesto essa onda sertaneja e axezeira, queria algum dia falar alguma frase de efeito bacanona só pra poder encaixar a palavra&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;''inconstitucionalissimamente'' e não, não fui no show do Paul McCartne&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;y.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; line-height: 12px;"&gt;Clarrisa Corrêa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-6612014269064605937?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/6612014269064605937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2012/01/gosto-de-filmes-bobocas-tipo-procura-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/6612014269064605937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/6612014269064605937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2012/01/gosto-de-filmes-bobocas-tipo-procura-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-6793439601368741950</id><published>2012-01-08T02:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T02:20:32.459-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10592056/4587408_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10592056/4587408_large.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Hoje eu acordei com uma vontade enorme de sair e andar sem direção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Sem destino e sem medo da morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Simplesmente andar e ouvir o que dirá meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Eu sempre fui um cara de sorte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;E tudo que eu conquistei foi com o suor do meu trabalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Eu nunca desisti, não me curvei, não me entreguei, não me deixei levar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;E essa corrente que prende pelos pés eu arrebentei com os dentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Não me entreguei, eu vim lutar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Não vou deixar que alguém conquiste o impossível por mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-6793439601368741950?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/6793439601368741950/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2012/01/hoje-eu-acordei-com-uma-vontade-enorme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/6793439601368741950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/6793439601368741950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2012/01/hoje-eu-acordei-com-uma-vontade-enorme.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-379530941670283910</id><published>2012-01-03T19:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T19:41:31.836-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u9CN0AA4IdY/TwN028dojGI/AAAAAAAAA1s/gW5FaWsfuSY/s1600/tumblr_lw5pkj1Q7W1qcn13do1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u9CN0AA4IdY/TwN028dojGI/AAAAAAAAA1s/gW5FaWsfuSY/s320/tumblr_lw5pkj1Q7W1qcn13do1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Eu vou inventar uma madrugada eterna pra quando você tiver que ir embora no dia seguinte.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-379530941670283910?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/379530941670283910/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-vou-inventar-uma-madrugada-eterna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/379530941670283910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/379530941670283910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-vou-inventar-uma-madrugada-eterna.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u9CN0AA4IdY/TwN028dojGI/AAAAAAAAA1s/gW5FaWsfuSY/s72-c/tumblr_lw5pkj1Q7W1qcn13do1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-8183814257710189897</id><published>2011-12-31T06:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T06:26:07.767-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vUP6NkQqIGE/Tv7HBKiL1TI/AAAAAAAAA1g/5WBMX9s2xaQ/s1600/destaque-principal-115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="109" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vUP6NkQqIGE/Tv7HBKiL1TI/AAAAAAAAA1g/5WBMX9s2xaQ/s320/destaque-principal-115.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-8183814257710189897?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/8183814257710189897/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/8183814257710189897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/8183814257710189897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vUP6NkQqIGE/Tv7HBKiL1TI/AAAAAAAAA1g/5WBMX9s2xaQ/s72-c/destaque-principal-115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-7938960527406229942</id><published>2011-12-29T19:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T19:35:47.572-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Novos começos. Graças ao calendário, eles acontecem todos os anos. É só acertar o relógio para janeiro. Nossa recompensa por sobreviver aos feriados natalinos é um ano novo. Trazendo a velha tradição das resoluções de Ano Novo. Coloque o passado pra trás e comece de novo. É difícil resistir a chance de um novo começo. A chance de colocar os problemas do ano passado para trás. Novo começos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Quem determina quando o velho acaba e o novo começa? Não é um dia no calendário, nem um aniversário, nem um ano novo, é um evento - &amp;nbsp;grande ou pequeno - algo que nos muda por dentro. Idealmente, nos dá esperança. Uma nova maneira de viver e de ver o mundo. Abandonando velhos hábitos, velhas memórias. O que é importante é que a gente nunca pare de acreditar que podemos ter um novo começo. Mas também é importante lembrar que, no meio de tanta porcaria, existem algumas coisas que valem a pena nos apegarmos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-7938960527406229942?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/7938960527406229942/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/12/novos-comecos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/7938960527406229942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/7938960527406229942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/12/novos-comecos.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-3411703088710564204</id><published>2011-12-23T14:39:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T20:20:06.518-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0krFOfzfCS0/TvSufsrqUmI/AAAAAAAAA1U/X9ZJaqtGItM/s1600/algumas+coisas+s%25C3%25A3o+perturbadoras.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0krFOfzfCS0/TvSufsrqUmI/AAAAAAAAA1U/X9ZJaqtGItM/s320/algumas+coisas+s%25C3%25A3o+perturbadoras.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Orlando Bloom me ligou e perguntou: E aí, tem planos pro ano novo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&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/1362099832786169401-3411703088710564204?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/3411703088710564204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/12/bloom-me-ligando-e-perguntando-e-ai-tem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/3411703088710564204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/3411703088710564204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/12/bloom-me-ligando-e-perguntando-e-ai-tem.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0krFOfzfCS0/TvSufsrqUmI/AAAAAAAAA1U/X9ZJaqtGItM/s72-c/algumas+coisas+s%25C3%25A3o+perturbadoras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-6956388320660507681</id><published>2011-12-18T21:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T21:08:20.345-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17231630/tumblr_lu7b5pLgsM1r4df0io1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17231630/tumblr_lu7b5pLgsM1r4df0io1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;A vida de ninguém é repleta de momentos perfeitos. E se fosse, não seriam momentos perfeitos. Seriam apenas normais. Como você poderia saber o que é a felicidade se nunca tivesse experimentado as quedas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&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/1362099832786169401-6956388320660507681?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/6956388320660507681/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/12/vida-de-ninguem-e-repleta-de-momentos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/6956388320660507681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/6956388320660507681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/12/vida-de-ninguem-e-repleta-de-momentos.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-1500516642030343003</id><published>2011-12-16T19:45:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T19:45:54.873-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f1HKV85Niwk/Tuu7eCJKMpI/AAAAAAAAA1I/5wCgznGnXE0/s1600/3838183492_d529db15b1_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f1HKV85Niwk/Tuu7eCJKMpI/AAAAAAAAA1I/5wCgznGnXE0/s320/3838183492_d529db15b1_o.jpg" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Eu não tenho uma quedinha por você, eu tenho uma quedona&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/1362099832786169401-1500516642030343003?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/1500516642030343003/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/12/nao-tenho-uma-quedinha-por-voce-eu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/1500516642030343003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/1500516642030343003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/12/nao-tenho-uma-quedinha-por-voce-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f1HKV85Niwk/Tuu7eCJKMpI/AAAAAAAAA1I/5wCgznGnXE0/s72-c/3838183492_d529db15b1_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-8385025323559710093</id><published>2011-12-15T22:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T22:51:35.184-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PG7-UbKCuzs/TuqVjWzvYwI/AAAAAAAAA1A/4uZeoRpEGjo/s1600/amizade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PG7-UbKCuzs/TuqVjWzvYwI/AAAAAAAAA1A/4uZeoRpEGjo/s320/amizade.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Então, todo mundo tem um príncipe. Basta perceber quando você o vê.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-8385025323559710093?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/8385025323559710093/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/12/entao-todo-mundo-tem-um-principe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/8385025323559710093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/8385025323559710093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/12/entao-todo-mundo-tem-um-principe.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PG7-UbKCuzs/TuqVjWzvYwI/AAAAAAAAA1A/4uZeoRpEGjo/s72-c/amizade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-4801717648633726574</id><published>2011-12-11T23:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T23:05:04.247-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tv0BLWpcGls/TuVMIjKWEaI/AAAAAAAAA04/rwYIYMbq2ZU/s1600/one-day-24junho2011-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tv0BLWpcGls/TuVMIjKWEaI/AAAAAAAAA04/rwYIYMbq2ZU/s320/one-day-24junho2011-11.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Um dia você reflete e analisa toda a história. Ninguém entra na vida do outro por acaso. Tudo tem um motivo, a gente aprende com cada acontecimento. E você acredita de verdade que ele é &lt;b&gt;o seu amor&lt;/b&gt;. E que ele um dia vai ser só seu. E que os finais de semana nunca mais serão solitários. E que seu amor não vai se resumir a duas ou três horas duas ou três vezes por semana. Que sua vida amorosa não vai se resumir a estar falando no telefone com ele e de repente ouvir um tu tu tu. Ele não vai mais precisar se esconder pra falar com você. Vocês vão poder sair de mãos dadas no meio da rua. Vão poder se abraçar. Ter filhos. Casar. Você vai poder viver esse amor com todas as forças. Você, que sonha com isso diariamente, vai poder ter uma casa com ele. Você sente lá no fundo do seu peito que ele é, mesmo, o homem certo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-4801717648633726574?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/4801717648633726574/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/12/um-dia-voce-reflete-e-analisa-toda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/4801717648633726574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/4801717648633726574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/12/um-dia-voce-reflete-e-analisa-toda.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tv0BLWpcGls/TuVMIjKWEaI/AAAAAAAAA04/rwYIYMbq2ZU/s72-c/one-day-24junho2011-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-206191116523460473</id><published>2011-12-08T14:08:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T14:08:31.515-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zcQsPyLIu90/TuDg037AugI/AAAAAAAAA0w/DmBfZaxMMnY/s1600/311379_10150420857297008_394803882007_10015133_508612307_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zcQsPyLIu90/TuDg037AugI/AAAAAAAAA0w/DmBfZaxMMnY/s320/311379_10150420857297008_394803882007_10015133_508612307_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Eu prefiro estar aqui, brigando com você, do que estar fazendo amor com outra pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-206191116523460473?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/206191116523460473/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/12/eu-prefiro-estar-aqui-brigando-com-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/206191116523460473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/206191116523460473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/12/eu-prefiro-estar-aqui-brigando-com-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zcQsPyLIu90/TuDg037AugI/AAAAAAAAA0w/DmBfZaxMMnY/s72-c/311379_10150420857297008_394803882007_10015133_508612307_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-7674451919699823892</id><published>2011-12-05T00:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T00:11:56.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Gratidão, apreciação. O ato de dar graças. Não importa que palavras você use, todas elas significam a mesma coisa. Felicidade. Devemos estar felizes. Felizes pelos amigos, pela família, felizes por estarmos vivos. Não importa se isso é bom ou não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-7674451919699823892?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/7674451919699823892/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/12/gratidao-apreciacao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/7674451919699823892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/7674451919699823892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/12/gratidao-apreciacao.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-7504622238638822722</id><published>2011-11-23T01:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T01:35:40.532-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJvos1hDqio/TsxpD0afTeI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Ad7RcUMKczI/s1600/48b581250021f72b4e78c2ec_large-.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJvos1hDqio/TsxpD0afTeI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Ad7RcUMKczI/s320/48b581250021f72b4e78c2ec_large-.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DOM29WgRsZQ/TsxpI3_hOXI/AAAAAAAAAzs/CzGmk4Tilwc/s1600/tumblr_lpbgc7p3Qx1qcf4boo2_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DOM29WgRsZQ/TsxpI3_hOXI/AAAAAAAAAzs/CzGmk4Tilwc/s320/tumblr_lpbgc7p3Qx1qcf4boo2_500.jpg" width="259" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;O amor é uma coisa feia e terrível praticado por todos. Ele vai pegar seu coração e deixar você sangrando no chão, e o que você ganha no final? Nada além de lembranças incríveis que você não consegue se livrar. A verdade é que vão haver outras garotas lá fora, quer dizer, eu espero. Mas eu nunca vou ter outro primeiro amor. Esse será sempre ela.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-7504622238638822722?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/7504622238638822722/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-amor-e-uma-coisa-feia-e-terrivel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/7504622238638822722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/7504622238638822722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-amor-e-uma-coisa-feia-e-terrivel.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJvos1hDqio/TsxpD0afTeI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Ad7RcUMKczI/s72-c/48b581250021f72b4e78c2ec_large-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-2801422510389310639</id><published>2011-11-15T23:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T23:15:14.468-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;''Eu tive um dia terrível''. Nós dizemos isso o tempo todo. Uma briga com o chefe, enjoo, engarramento. É isso que descrevemos como terrível, quando nada de terrível está acontecendo. Essas são as coisas que imploramos para ter: um canal, uma auditoria federal, café espirrado nas roupas. Quando o terrível acontece, imploramos para um Deus que não acreditamos para resgatar os pequenos horrores. E levar isso embora. Parece fácil agora. A cozinha inundada, a madeira podre, a briga que lhe deixa com raiva. Ajudaria se soubéssemos o que estava por vir? Saberíamos que esses seriam os melhores momentos da vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-2801422510389310639?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/2801422510389310639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/11/eu-tive-um-dia-terrivel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/2801422510389310639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/2801422510389310639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/11/eu-tive-um-dia-terrivel.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-7287745345536632720</id><published>2011-11-13T01:43:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T01:43:33.381-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Mania de jogar o cabelo pro lado. Mania de sorrir  quando sente alguém olhando demais. Mania de coçar os olhos e olhar o  visor do celular como se houvesse chegado alguma coisa e não viu. Mania  de estudar escutando música e revirar os olhos sempre que escuta, ouve  ou vê alguma bobagem. De sorrisos, de olhares, de vozes e cheiros. Mania  de achar que nem tudo é aquilo que se vê. De imaginar situações com  quem nunca viu e se arrepiar, sorrir, se desesperar por isso. Mania de  fechar os olhos antes de dormir e te desejar boa noite em pensamento,  dorme bem, sonha comigo, te quero muito e bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;” &lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                                                   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: #674ea7; padding: 0px 10px 0px 20px; width: 1px;" valign="top"&gt;                                         —                                     &lt;/td&gt;                                     &lt;td class="quote_source" style="color: #674ea7;" valign="top"&gt;                                         Caio Fernando de Abreu&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-7287745345536632720?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/7287745345536632720/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/11/mania-de-jogar-o-cabelo-pro-lado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/7287745345536632720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/7287745345536632720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/11/mania-de-jogar-o-cabelo-pro-lado.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-8210983193114978774</id><published>2011-11-08T20:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T20:25:26.669-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n7zlvpamLCs/TrmpBB-clcI/AAAAAAAAAzc/3ECMlmBbTdk/s1600/tumblr_ljciiabFHH1qh67kpo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n7zlvpamLCs/TrmpBB-clcI/AAAAAAAAAzc/3ECMlmBbTdk/s320/tumblr_ljciiabFHH1qh67kpo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Se eu fosse eu, não providenciaria almoço nem jantar, comeria quando tivesse fome, dormiria quando tivesse sono, e isso seria lá pelas nove da noite, quando cai minha chave geral. Acordaria então às 5, com toda energia do mundo, para recepcionar o sol com um sorriso mais iluminado que o dele, e caminharia a cidade inteira, até perder o rumo de casa, até encontrar o rumo de dentro. Se eu fosse eu, não evitaria dizer palavrões, não iria em missa de sétimo dia, não fingiria sentir certas emoções que não sinto, nem fingiria não sentir certas raivas que disfarço, certos soluços que engulo. Se eu fosse eu, precisaria ser sozinha. Se eu fosse eu, agiria como gata no cio. Diria muito mais sim. Se eu fosse eu, falaria muito, muito menos. E menos mal que sou eu na maior parte do dia e da noite, que sou eu mesma quando escrevo e choro, quando rio e sonho, quando ofendo e peço perdão. Sou eu mesma quando acerto e erro, e faço isso no espaço de poucas horas, mal consigo me acompanhar. Se eu fosse indecentemente eu, aquele eu que refuta a bíblia e a primeira comunhão, aquele eu que não organiza sua trajetória e se deixa levar pela intuição, aquele eu que prescinde de qualquer um, de qualquer sim e não, enlouqueceria, eu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-8210983193114978774?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/8210983193114978774/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/11/se-eu-fosse-eu-nao-providenciaria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/8210983193114978774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/8210983193114978774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/11/se-eu-fosse-eu-nao-providenciaria.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n7zlvpamLCs/TrmpBB-clcI/AAAAAAAAAzc/3ECMlmBbTdk/s72-c/tumblr_ljciiabFHH1qh67kpo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-3608652009634695495</id><published>2011-11-07T16:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T16:52:41.967-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3geVD9C5NV4/Trgog2tGlYI/AAAAAAAAAzI/fKIsXSBlT3I/s1600/100_6614.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3geVD9C5NV4/Trgog2tGlYI/AAAAAAAAAzI/fKIsXSBlT3I/s320/100_6614.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Depois que o amor se instala não há mais nada.  Suspendem-se as leis, as convenções, o bom-senso, os medos e todas  lembranças ruins. Depois que o amor se instala só resta um esperança -  fina e clara - de que tudo dê certo.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 0px 10px 0px 20px; width: 1px;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 0px 10px 0px 20px; width: 1px;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 0px 10px 0px 20px; width: 1px;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;                                     &lt;/td&gt;                                     &lt;td class="quote_source" style="color: #351c75;" valign="top"&gt;                                         Caio Augusto Leite&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-3608652009634695495?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/3608652009634695495/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/11/depois-que-o-amor-se-instala-nao-ha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/3608652009634695495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/3608652009634695495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/11/depois-que-o-amor-se-instala-nao-ha.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3geVD9C5NV4/Trgog2tGlYI/AAAAAAAAAzI/fKIsXSBlT3I/s72-c/100_6614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-6441928386628226926</id><published>2011-11-03T00:34:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T00:40:33.765-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida Louca Vida - Cazuza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="cor_2" id="cabecalho" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h1 id="identificador_musica" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 id="identificador_musica"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hN0ufcoOI4k" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;Vida louca vida&lt;br /&gt;Vida breve&lt;br /&gt;Já que eu não posso te levar&lt;br /&gt;Quero que você me leve&lt;br /&gt;Vida louca vida&lt;br /&gt;Vida imensa&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém vai nos perdoar&lt;br /&gt;Nosso crime não compensa&lt;br /&gt;Se ninguém olha quando você passa &lt;br /&gt;Você logo acha "Eu tô carente"&lt;br /&gt;"Eu sou manchete popular"&lt;br /&gt;Tô cansado de tanta babaquice, tanta caretice&lt;br /&gt;Desta eterna falta do que falar&lt;br /&gt;Se ninguém olha quando você passa&lt;br /&gt;Você logo acha que a vida voltou ao normal&lt;br /&gt;Aquela vida sem sentido, volta sem perigo&lt;br /&gt;É a mesma vida sempre igual&lt;br /&gt;Se niguém olha quando você passa&lt;br /&gt;Você logo diz "Palhaço"&lt;br /&gt;Você acha que não tá legal&lt;br /&gt;Corre todos os perigos, perde os sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Você passa mal&lt;br /&gt;Vida louca vida&lt;br /&gt;Vida breve&lt;br /&gt;Já que eu não posso te levar&lt;br /&gt;Quero que você me leve&lt;br /&gt;Vida louca vida&lt;br /&gt;Vida imensa&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém vai nos perdoar&lt;br /&gt;Nosso crime não compensa&lt;br /&gt;Se ninguém olha quando você passa&lt;br /&gt;Você logo acha "Eu tô carente"&lt;br /&gt;"Eu sou manchete popular"&lt;br /&gt;Tô cansado de tanta caretice, tanta babaquice&lt;br /&gt;Desta eterna falta do que falar&lt;br /&gt;Vida louca vida&lt;br /&gt;Vida breve&lt;br /&gt;Já que eu não posso te levar&lt;br /&gt;Quero que você me leve&lt;br /&gt;Vida louca vida&lt;br /&gt;Vida imensa&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém vai nos perdoar&lt;br /&gt;Nosso crime não compensa&lt;/div&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/1362099832786169401-6441928386628226926?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/6441928386628226926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/11/vida-louca-vida-cazuza-vida-louca-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/6441928386628226926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/6441928386628226926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/11/vida-louca-vida-cazuza-vida-louca-vida.html' title='Vida Louca Vida - Cazuza'/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hN0ufcoOI4k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-2162332698944533093</id><published>2011-11-01T21:45:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T21:45:11.590-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;TCHAU OUTUBRO... OI NOVEMBRO! *-*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Que novembro venha com bons ventos, que nos traga  sorte e paz, que não nos deixe desanimados, por favor. Só por um mês,  faça tudo dar certo, depois veremos o que fazer em dezembro.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 0px 10px 0px 20px; width: 1px;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="quote_source" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-2162332698944533093?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/2162332698944533093/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/11/tchau-outubro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/2162332698944533093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/2162332698944533093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/11/tchau-outubro.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-4333925561160149547</id><published>2011-10-31T22:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T22:07:22.728-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seriemaniacos.com.br/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/Friends.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://www.seriemaniacos.com.br/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/Friends.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Meu tipo preferido de gente é aquela que espirra engraçado, que ri com a mão na barriga, que canta e dança qualquer música. Aquele tipo de gente que tropeça e finge que tá correndo, que sai de pijama na rua, que acorda rindo. Gente que não planeja tudo. Gente que pede licença, que diz obrigado, que pede desculpas, que chora assistindo filme. Aquele tipo de gente que é muito sincera, mas sabe quando e como falar. Aquele que conversa olhando nos olhos. Aquela gente que diz que te ama, que mexe no cabelo dos outros, que lê as coisas no elevador, que conta piada, que joga conversa fora, que te organiza uma festa surpresa, um almoço ou um jantar surpresa... Aquele tipo de gente que te faz sorrir, que te faz sentir importante, que se importa. Aquele tipo de gente que não tem vergonha de ser feliz. Gente que gosta de gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-4333925561160149547?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/4333925561160149547/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/10/meu-tipo-preferido-de-gente-e-aquela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/4333925561160149547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/4333925561160149547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/10/meu-tipo-preferido-de-gente-e-aquela.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-4571209040477528968</id><published>2011-10-30T21:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T21:23:18.162-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i7NOfK5a-84/Tq3bfI8ON5I/AAAAAAAAAy0/ro35JIEBPSc/s1600/6138284632_cd8b8239a9_z_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i7NOfK5a-84/Tq3bfI8ON5I/AAAAAAAAAy0/ro35JIEBPSc/s320/6138284632_cd8b8239a9_z_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Vem cá e deixa eu bagunçar teu cabelo, ser tua motorista, e esquentar teus pés no frio. Vem cá me pegar no colo, me chamar de vida e atrapalhar meus estudos. Vem comigo pra eu rir da tua cara quando tu falar que tá bravo e falar que tu é lindo. Vem cá e se atira de cabeça, alma e coração nessa relação que tem tudo pra dar certo, e vai dar certo, que já deu certo, vem cá vem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-4571209040477528968?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/4571209040477528968/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/10/vem-ca-e-deixa-eu-baguncar-teu-cabelo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/4571209040477528968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/4571209040477528968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/10/vem-ca-e-deixa-eu-baguncar-teu-cabelo.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i7NOfK5a-84/Tq3bfI8ON5I/AAAAAAAAAy0/ro35JIEBPSc/s72-c/6138284632_cd8b8239a9_z_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-1642226272664438846</id><published>2011-10-28T08:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T08:52:00.221-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IF-aKoZjwgQ/TqnhAKe_kVI/AAAAAAAAAys/-9R_788iFi0/s1600/tumblr_ltm3seF4HU1qgsvrbo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IF-aKoZjwgQ/TqnhAKe_kVI/AAAAAAAAAys/-9R_788iFi0/s400/tumblr_ltm3seF4HU1qgsvrbo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Eu, você e mais ninguém. Só nós dois e nada mais."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-1642226272664438846?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/1642226272664438846/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/10/eu-voce-e-mais-ninguem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/1642226272664438846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/1642226272664438846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/10/eu-voce-e-mais-ninguem.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IF-aKoZjwgQ/TqnhAKe_kVI/AAAAAAAAAys/-9R_788iFi0/s72-c/tumblr_ltm3seF4HU1qgsvrbo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-1857459531699111699</id><published>2011-10-27T19:22:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T13:02:34.715-02:00</updated><title type='text'>19 cenas do cinema que eu gostaria de fazer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Vestida para casar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ttup9ita_bg/TqnAjtNUvFI/AAAAAAAAAwc/wBNlDybsQiU/s1600/dresses27-28b-b-b-enny-and-the-jets-e299ab.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ttup9ita_bg/TqnAjtNUvFI/AAAAAAAAAwc/wBNlDybsQiU/s320/dresses27-28b-b-b-enny-and-the-jets-e299ab.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Cantar Bennie and the Jets com o James Marsden em cima de um balcão de um bar. Momento lindo. Melhor cena ever. Viveria feliz pra sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Querido John&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pRe56b_oBP0/TqnBFkURMhI/AAAAAAAAAwk/m0VxFgVr8Ng/s1600/DearJohn_0745.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="130" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pRe56b_oBP0/TqnBFkURMhI/AAAAAAAAAwk/m0VxFgVr8Ng/s320/DearJohn_0745.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Pular nos braços do Querido John quando ele desembarcar no aeroporto. Isso é o que toda guria sonha em fazer. Savannah é uma guria de muita sorte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Antes do Amanhecer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OaA5nCMOcXU/TqnBb23nQNI/AAAAAAAAAws/1jt4WExb3yk/s1600/antes-do-amanhecer5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OaA5nCMOcXU/TqnBb23nQNI/AAAAAAAAAws/1jt4WExb3yk/s320/antes-do-amanhecer5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Perambular pelas ruas de Viena com Ethan Hawke. Viena. Amor. Ethan Hawke. Fofo demais. Filme lindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Titanic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dsoC1Fz7yE8/TqnB4_E9ETI/AAAAAAAAAw0/6uGazQPdbkg/s1600/titanic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dsoC1Fz7yE8/TqnB4_E9ETI/AAAAAAAAAw0/6uGazQPdbkg/s320/titanic.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Se pendurar na proa do navio com Leo DiCaprio. E não basta só olhar, tem que dizer ''estou voando''. Não que eu vá querer estar num navio afundando, mas se tivesse que passar por isso, Jack Dawson seria o par perfeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Amizade Colorida&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z5Mn5A0Un9U/TqnCh5HvLlI/AAAAAAAAAw8/qrFksJUmGKE/s1600/Friends-with-Benefits-pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z5Mn5A0Un9U/TqnCh5HvLlI/AAAAAAAAAw8/qrFksJUmGKE/s320/Friends-with-Benefits-pic.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Sentar no letreiro de Hollywood e jogar conversa fora a tarde toda com o Justin Timberlake. Um dos lugares do mundo que eu sonho em conhecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Annapolis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4e5hwrOlXUE/TqnC5VUeefI/AAAAAAAAAxE/eMGDLk13kf0/s1600/300567_1554309194019_1723887064_828714_195656420_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4e5hwrOlXUE/TqnC5VUeefI/AAAAAAAAAxE/eMGDLk13kf0/s1600/300567_1554309194019_1723887064_828714_195656420_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Treinar boxe com o James Franco em Annapolis. É o que eu chamaria de nocaute do amor, porque né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;De repente 30&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iBXBri5B1EA/TqnDPfYxGGI/AAAAAAAAAxM/yFFMS_NBVQo/s1600/de-repente-30-jennifer-garner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iBXBri5B1EA/TqnDPfYxGGI/AAAAAAAAAxM/yFFMS_NBVQo/s320/de-repente-30-jennifer-garner.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Dançar thriller com uma galera e o Mark Ruffalo. É como voltar no tempo. Voltar a ser adolescente. Esquecer por um tempo dos problemas e ser feliz. Nem que seja só por um momento.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Tudo acontece em Elizabethtown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wlXGLNNTpXQ/TqnDvW0VlmI/AAAAAAAAAxU/-PFsIRfqkXs/s1600/1233657883788_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wlXGLNNTpXQ/TqnDvW0VlmI/AAAAAAAAAxU/-PFsIRfqkXs/s320/1233657883788_f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Passar a noite no telefone conversando com o Orlando Bloom. Falando sobre tudo. Contando sobre tudo. Conversar por horas, horas e horas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Uma saída de mestre&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkGPskZGtjE/TqnEFS7W74I/AAAAAAAAAxc/qlxNBnXv1iM/s1600/the-italian-job%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkGPskZGtjE/TqnEFS7W74I/AAAAAAAAAxc/qlxNBnXv1iM/s320/the-italian-job%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Tá que dá vontade de pegar carona com Rob, o bonitão no mini cooper dele e sair em alta velocidade. Alucinante. Faria a cena sem dublê.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Remember Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3psNgqK76xs/TqnEgXEebPI/AAAAAAAAAxk/FZubf_YwUXg/s1600/remember-me-2010-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3psNgqK76xs/TqnEgXEebPI/AAAAAAAAAxk/FZubf_YwUXg/s320/remember-me-2010-4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Estar lavando louça do jantar com o Robert Pattinson e ele te jogar água na cara. Aí tu virar toda a panela com água nele e ele te pegar no colo e te levar pro chuveiro. Morreria feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Camille um amor do outro mundo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-npcHcbd8Qzk/TqnE_sinklI/AAAAAAAAAxs/CM9dyi72Row/s1600/221864_1350400496429_1723887064_615134_5176975_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-npcHcbd8Qzk/TqnE_sinklI/AAAAAAAAAxs/CM9dyi72Row/s320/221864_1350400496429_1723887064_615134_5176975_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Ir visitar as cataratas do Niagara na lua de mel. Tem coisa mais romântica?? Se bem que com o James Franco qualquer lugar do mundo é romântico. O filme é romântica e te deixa com vontade de visitar as cataratas do Niagara. E se o James for junto melhor ainda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Diário de uma paixão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0arZpwmqch8/TqnFqcQyF4I/AAAAAAAAAx0/fu58hp-mhhg/s1600/diario-de-uma-paixao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0arZpwmqch8/TqnFqcQyF4I/AAAAAAAAAx0/fu58hp-mhhg/s320/diario-de-uma-paixao.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;A cena em que Allie volta à cidade onde passou as férias de verão e encontra seu antigo amor, Noah. Ela acha que ele desistiu dela. No entanto, eles conversam e descobrem que ainda estão apaixonados. Não preciso dizer mais nada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;10 coisas que eu odeio em você&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5XsVvfKBIzA/TqnHCTclRHI/AAAAAAAAAx8/JbXLGEUCcD4/s1600/comportamentocomedia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5XsVvfKBIzA/TqnHCTclRHI/AAAAAAAAAx8/JbXLGEUCcD4/s1600/comportamentocomedia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Patrick demonstra a Kat que a ama cantando Can't take my eyes off of you pra escola toda ver. Patrick. Onde eu compro um desses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Curtindo a vida adoidado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u3NzOrzb41E/TqnHcidqmtI/AAAAAAAAAyE/T7eaOjrVcUk/s1600/curtindodois.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="190" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u3NzOrzb41E/TqnHcidqmtI/AAAAAAAAAyE/T7eaOjrVcUk/s320/curtindodois.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Ser Ferris Bueller por um dia é o sonho de todo mundo. Andar despreocupado com a vida e cantar Twist and a Shout a plenos pulmões pra cidade inteira ouvir. Emocionante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Homem Aranha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kpZLKt8f__I/TqnH5pUt4AI/AAAAAAAAAyM/CFmxK3Q7INQ/s1600/filme-homem-aranha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kpZLKt8f__I/TqnH5pUt4AI/AAAAAAAAAyM/CFmxK3Q7INQ/s1600/filme-homem-aranha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Pra mim uma das melhores cenas de beijo do cinema. Peter Parker e MJ ali de cabeça pra baixo como se o mundo tivesse parado naquele momento e nada mais existisse. Perfeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Um lugar chamado Nothing Hill&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K2NYVP0RLF4/TqnIcj2CQWI/AAAAAAAAAyU/JSmj_63AIZI/s1600/Um-Lugar-Chamado-Notting-Hill1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K2NYVP0RLF4/TqnIcj2CQWI/AAAAAAAAAyU/JSmj_63AIZI/s320/Um-Lugar-Chamado-Notting-Hill1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Já imaginou receber um declaração de amor em frente a dezenas de jornalistas e câmeras de tv? É o que acontece com Anna Scott quando Will pergunta a ela quando tempo ela pretende ficar na Inglaterra e ela responde: Para sempre! História linda e que faz tu se apaixonar pelos personagens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;De repente é amor&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJm8dxY3dQ0/TqnJmCNCXJI/AAAAAAAAAyc/6HqNFWmije4/s1600/de+repente+%25C3%25A9+amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJm8dxY3dQ0/TqnJmCNCXJI/AAAAAAAAAyc/6HqNFWmije4/s320/de+repente+%25C3%25A9+amor.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Oliver, um violão e um balada romãntica. Receber uma serenata é uma coisa de parar o coração. Romântico demais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Crossroads - Amigas para sempre&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s297/xdisneyprincessx/gif/crossroads.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="148" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s297/xdisneyprincessx/gif/crossroads.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Juntas as melhores pessoas e cair na estrada. Vai dizer que não dá vontade de fazer isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;A filha do presidente&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ig6lFvZxqUI/TqnKaDTGVPI/AAAAAAAAAyk/3KIEcZW-J_0/s1600/a20filha20do20presidente20-20dvd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ig6lFvZxqUI/TqnKaDTGVPI/AAAAAAAAAyk/3KIEcZW-J_0/s320/a20filha20do20presidente20-20dvd.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Descer de um tobogã de água e sabão para esquecer os problemas com Sam, James e Mia. Tem coisa mais divertida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-1857459531699111699?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/1857459531699111699/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/10/19-cenas-do-cinema-que-eu-gostaria-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/1857459531699111699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/1857459531699111699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/10/19-cenas-do-cinema-que-eu-gostaria-de.html' title='19 cenas do cinema que eu gostaria de fazer'/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ttup9ita_bg/TqnAjtNUvFI/AAAAAAAAAwc/wBNlDybsQiU/s72-c/dresses27-28b-b-b-enny-and-the-jets-e299ab.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-4610511225691026772</id><published>2011-10-23T13:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T13:59:49.484-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Você trabalha, estuda e se prepara. Meses e anos direcionados a um dia. O dia em que você evolui. Neste dia, precisa estar pronta para qualquer coisa. Mas há uma coisa para qual nunca está preparado. O dia em que regride. Às vezes, acontece de repente. Nós evoluímos. Nos tornamos líderes. Avistamos um caminho adiante. Avistamos um caminho e o seguimos. Mesmo quando não sabemos onde vamos parar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-4610511225691026772?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/4610511225691026772/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/10/voce-trabalha-estuda-e-se-prepara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/4610511225691026772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/4610511225691026772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/10/voce-trabalha-estuda-e-se-prepara.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-4066631099689752944</id><published>2011-10-20T16:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T16:22:49.579-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9GaGe327WHc/TdfBmFWkiJI/AAAAAAAAALk/a4Z48ICllIg/s1600/%25E2%2580%25A2casal+chuva.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9GaGe327WHc/TdfBmFWkiJI/AAAAAAAAALk/a4Z48ICllIg/s400/%25E2%2580%25A2casal+chuva.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="caption" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Você pode não ser o primeiro homem dela,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  o último homem dela ou o único homem dela. Ela amou antes, pode ser que  ela ame de novo. Mas se ela se ama agora, o que mais importa? Ela não é  perfeita - você também não é, e vocês dois podem nunca ser perfeitos  juntos, mas se ela te faz rir, te faz pensar duas vezes, e admite ser  humana e cometer erros, segure-se a ela e dê a ela o máximo que você  puder. Ela pode não estar pensando em você a cada segundo do dia, mas  ela te dará uma parte dela que ela sabe que você pode quebrar - o  coração dela. Então não machuque ela, não mude ela, não analise e não  espere mais do que ela pode dar. Sorria quando ela te fizer feliz, diga a  ela quando ela te deixar com raiva, e sinta a falta dela quando ela não  estiver por perto.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Marley&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/1362099832786169401-4066631099689752944?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/4066631099689752944/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/10/voce-pode-nao-ser-o-primeiro-homem-dela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/4066631099689752944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/4066631099689752944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/10/voce-pode-nao-ser-o-primeiro-homem-dela.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9GaGe327WHc/TdfBmFWkiJI/AAAAAAAAALk/a4Z48ICllIg/s72-c/%25E2%2580%25A2casal+chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-6269871349423461400</id><published>2011-10-19T17:40:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T17:40:53.810-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/294366_280139318674941_206762359345971_1011756_717853172_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/294366_280139318674941_206762359345971_1011756_717853172_n.jpg" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Tô tirando férias, dando um tempo disso, chega de amar, chega de me doar, chega de me doer."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-6269871349423461400?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/6269871349423461400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/10/to-tirando-ferias-dando-um-tempo-disso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/6269871349423461400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/6269871349423461400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/10/to-tirando-ferias-dando-um-tempo-disso.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-1566762008767835923</id><published>2011-10-16T20:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T20:37:22.045-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16221642/269054_234123159941435_234107556609662_793688_6286108_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16221642/269054_234123159941435_234107556609662_793688_6286108_n_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Não precisa vir de cavalo, pode ser de carro, de ônibus, ou mesmo a pé. Se vir de cavalo ele não precisa ser branco. Não precisa me conhecer num baile, pode ser na fila do cinema, numa mesa de bar, no metrô. Não perderei um dos meus sapatos de cristal para que me encontre novamente, mas deixarei meu número marcado no seu braço com caneta de tinta azul para que me telefone qualquer dia. Nosso encontro oficial não vai ser em um castelo, talvez na praça ou no parque de diversões. Vai colocar meu cabelo atrás da orelha e abrir a porta do carro para mim. Olha, não precisa ser necessariamente um príncipe, nem me prometer o ''Felizes para sempre''. Basta me amar e prometer o ''Vamos ser felizes agora''.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-1566762008767835923?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/1566762008767835923/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/10/nao-precisa-vir-de-cavalo-pode-ser-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/1566762008767835923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/1566762008767835923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/10/nao-precisa-vir-de-cavalo-pode-ser-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-5153239413112365338</id><published>2011-10-13T22:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T22:58:52.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'>8 amores da ficção que eu gostaria de viver</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 1º John e Savannah - Querido John&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RiJ2kxqyov8/ThFnfEXIPHI/AAAAAAAABw8/qN7xnc1kvDU/s1600/dear-john-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RiJ2kxqyov8/ThFnfEXIPHI/AAAAAAAABw8/qN7xnc1kvDU/s320/dear-john-2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Querido John é um romance que vive de esperas. A espera do próximo encontro, da próxima carta... John e Savannah precisaram de apenas duas semanas para se apaixonarem e precisam esperar meses para se encontrarem, já que ele é um soldado do exército americano. Por carta eles mantém o romance e o amor cada vez mais forte. John e Savannah mostram que não precisam de muito tempo para se apaixonar mas de uma vida inteira pra se esquecer alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 2º Derek e Meredith - Grey's Anatomy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.minhaserie.com.br/imagens/novidades/upload/merder1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.minhaserie.com.br/imagens/novidades/upload/merder1.jpg" width="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;E a ficada da noite que você estava determinada a esquecer torna - se o amor da sua vida. Num piscar de olhos, num estalar de dedos, você se apaixona. Acredito que Derek e Meredith são o destino um do outro. Estava escrito que eles tinham que se encontrar, assim numa noite sem importância. Eles são a prova de que tem alguém &amp;nbsp;em algum lugar do mundo guardada pra cada pessoa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;3º Allie e Noah - Diário de uma paixão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/6783458/tumblr_lfw7g6N0Uy1qapxu6o1_500_large.jpg?1296569346" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="204" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/6783458/tumblr_lfw7g6N0Uy1qapxu6o1_500_large.jpg?1296569346" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Todo mundo quer conhecer alguém e ficar com essa pessoa pra sempre. Diário de uma paixão mostra que o amor pode durar uma vida toda. Mesmo separados o amor pode ser eterno e ter a mesma intensidade. Quem não queria ser a Allie para amar o outro mais do que a si própria e ter um Noah pra ser amada como se o mundo fosse acabar amanhã?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;4º Drew e Clair - Tudo acontece em Elizabethtown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QUC0_WPt3BY/TTsm0qq3PvI/AAAAAAAAAy0/s7wgJeyBSCE/s1600/tumblr_lf5dmrm9D01qcn5yno1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QUC0_WPt3BY/TTsm0qq3PvI/AAAAAAAAAy0/s7wgJeyBSCE/s320/tumblr_lf5dmrm9D01qcn5yno1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;De repente você está num avião e boom: Conhece a pessoa que vai mudar sua vida. Aquela que não diz o que você quer ouvir mas o que você precisa ouvir. Aquela que vai estar ao seu lado para o que for. Alguém pra te mostrar que quando as coisas não dão certo você deve seguir em frente do mesmo jeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;5º David e Elizabeth - E se fosse verdade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.terraqueos.com.br/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/e-se-fosse-verdade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="169" src="http://www.terraqueos.com.br/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/e-se-fosse-verdade.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Destino. Segundo o que ele diz tem uma pessoa guardada pra cada um de nós. Em uma noite David falta a um jantar de amigos e perde de conhecer o seu destino. Um tempo depois ele aluga um apartamento e a dona do apartamento o começa a atormentar por ele estar morando no apartamento que lhe pertence. Então ele descobre que, na verdade, ela está em coma no hospital e que ela é a pessoa que ele conheceria no dia que faltou ao jantar. David tem de correr atrás do tempo para que não desliguem os aparelhos do seu destino. Com um beijo de David, Elizabeth acorda mas não se lembra de nada. Ao devolver as chaves do seu apartamento David beija Elizabeth novamente e no instante ela lembra de tudo e percebe que ele é o seu destino. Quem não quer um amor além da vida? &amp;nbsp;E se for verdade que tem alguém em algum lugar do mundo que só espera por você? &amp;nbsp;E se for verdade que quando seus lábios se tocarem tudo vai se encaixar?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;6º Kat e Patrick - 10 coisas que eu odeio em você&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_skjecxmPAsc/S-hka0P-B1I/AAAAAAAAACY/xM4B0lKn7QU/s1600/heath_ledger4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_skjecxmPAsc/S-hka0P-B1I/AAAAAAAAACY/xM4B0lKn7QU/s320/heath_ledger4.jpg" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Kat é durona e acha todos os garotos a sua volta idiotas. Até que conhece Patrick, que foi pago por um colega, para sair com Kat. Porém o tiro sai pela culatra e os dois acabam se apaixonando. Então Kat descobre que tudo não passou de uma armação. Mas o amor é tão forte que ela não consegue odia- lo até mesmo só por odiar. Às vezes a única pessoa que você não quer ao lado é a única que você precisa ter, incondicionamente.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;7º Edward e Vivian - Uma linda mulher&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCBpJ8TQVcM/TiibeDmbsnI/AAAAAAAAXvw/1FfcxQA45vg/s1600/1704_linda-mulher.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCBpJ8TQVcM/TiibeDmbsnI/AAAAAAAAXvw/1FfcxQA45vg/s320/1704_linda-mulher.jpg" width="259" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Uma linda mulher retrata a diferença e o preconceito da sociedade. Vivian é uma prostituta contratada por Edward para acompanha-lo em compromissos profissionais durante uma semana. Os dois se tornam amigos e acabam se apaixonando. Com isso eles tem de enfrentar tudo e todos para viverem esse amor. Quem não quer encontrar alguém que lute por você e mostre que o que importa não é o que você é mas quem você é. E que te ajude a superar as dificuldades que a vida impõe. Edward é um gentleman e tem meu respeito. E coração. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;8º Henry e Lucy - Como se fosse a primeira vez&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYixA-vowBY/TA-9IuWd4TI/AAAAAAAAA6c/r0rus7ZS4qw/s1600/licoesdefilmesg4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYixA-vowBY/TA-9IuWd4TI/AAAAAAAAA6c/r0rus7ZS4qw/s320/licoesdefilmesg4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Tem coisa mais romântica que ser conquistada todos os dias pela mesma pessoa? Tem coisa mais perfeita que ouvir todos os dias que a sua pessoa te ama e te quer na vida dela pra sempre? Henry precisa conquistar Lucy todos os dias de sua vida e não mede esforços pra isso. Quando alguém fizer por você algo mais forte do que faria por ela mesma fique com essa pessoa pra sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-5153239413112365338?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/5153239413112365338/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/10/8-amores-da-ficcao-que-eu-gostaria-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/5153239413112365338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/5153239413112365338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/10/8-amores-da-ficcao-que-eu-gostaria-de.html' title='8 amores da ficção que eu gostaria de viver'/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RiJ2kxqyov8/ThFnfEXIPHI/AAAAAAAABw8/qN7xnc1kvDU/s72-c/dear-john-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-1755055742499506015</id><published>2011-10-12T21:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T21:09:16.162-03:00</updated><title type='text'>BICAMPEÃO... \õ/</title><content type='html'>E neste domingo, 9 de outubro, o Jenson Button venceu o GP do Japão mas quem levou o título foi ele... SEBASTIAN VETTEL! *-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos 24 anos, Seb sagrou-se bicampeão de F1 com 4 corridas de antecedência. O mais jovem da história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E convenhamos que esse título foi mais do que merecido (e eu não digo isso por ele ser o meu piloto favorito)...&lt;br /&gt;Ele largou 12 vezes na pole, venceu nove vezes e obteve 14 pódios neste ano. \õ/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UBcVmRTfr6Y/TpYrucLvS8I/AAAAAAAAAwA/Vrug4CxoVKk/s1600/110168807KR150_F1_Grand_Pri.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UBcVmRTfr6Y/TpYrucLvS8I/AAAAAAAAAwA/Vrug4CxoVKk/s400/110168807KR150_F1_Grand_Pri.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sim, você é o número 1, Seb!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//Juh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-1755055742499506015?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/1755055742499506015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/10/bicampeao-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/1755055742499506015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/1755055742499506015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/10/bicampeao-o.html' title='BICAMPEÃO... \õ/'/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UBcVmRTfr6Y/TpYrucLvS8I/AAAAAAAAAwA/Vrug4CxoVKk/s72-c/110168807KR150_F1_Grand_Pri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-5184175721285666156</id><published>2011-10-11T23:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T23:39:22.922-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Vai menina, fecha os olhos. Solta os cabelos. Joga a vida. Como quem não tem o que perder. Como quem não aposta. Como quem brinca somente. Vai, esquece do mundo. Molha os pés na poça. Mergulha no que te dá vontade. Que a vida não espera por você. Abraça o que te faz sorrir. Sonha que é de graça. Não espere. Promessas, vão e vem. Planos, se desfazem. Regras, você as dita. Palavras, o vento leva. Distância, só existe pra quem quer. Sonhos, se realizam, ou não. Os olhos se fecham um dia, pra sempre. E o que importa você sabe, menina. É o quão isso te faz sorrir. E só..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Caio Fernando de Abreu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-5184175721285666156?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/5184175721285666156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/10/vai-menina-fecha-os-olhos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/5184175721285666156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/5184175721285666156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/10/vai-menina-fecha-os-olhos.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-6289183908122581389</id><published>2011-10-09T22:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T22:10:19.710-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Live in Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/13691184/tumblr_lqakb8YlcG1qkf588o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/13691184/tumblr_lqakb8YlcG1qkf588o1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-6289183908122581389?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/6289183908122581389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/10/live-in-paris.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/6289183908122581389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/6289183908122581389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/10/live-in-paris.html' title='Live in Paris'/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-6033447347868944439</id><published>2011-10-07T20:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T20:59:59.970-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-27snnHQhszs/To-QR_O8-TI/AAAAAAAAAv8/IyOoEXMm_Sc/s1600/313693_224207340973402_159850950742375_652868_564055655_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-27snnHQhszs/To-QR_O8-TI/AAAAAAAAAv8/IyOoEXMm_Sc/s320/313693_224207340973402_159850950742375_652868_564055655_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Gosto de você porque somos cúmplices. Gostamos de cachecóis, palavrões e coincidências. Não gostamos de elevadores, soluços e silêncios. Gosto da insônia que nos deu uma coleção de madrugadas pra relembrar. Gosto dos finais imprevisíveis das suas histórias e de figurar nelas. Do barulhos que as moedas fazem no seu bolso quando você anda. Da sua insistência em não correr mesmo quando a chuva aperta. Do nosso timing - Não falamos na vez do outro e ouvimos muito atentamente quando um dos dois fala. Gosto de te ver guardar meus segredos e nunca mais tocar no assunto, só pra deixar claro o quão bem estão guardados. Gosto do nosso medo da morte e do escuro - Importante: todas às vezes que preciso apagar as luzes lembro das nossas mãos dadas para que o medo passe. Gosto das nossas diferenças. De quando você pergunta por anda aquela camiseta que não uso faz tempo. Gosto de te ver fingir que gostou de algo porque eu quis muito mostrar. Gosto de sentir saudades. Gosto dos teus olhos quando eles me olham e de te olhar. Gosto porque somos o que somos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-6033447347868944439?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/6033447347868944439/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/10/gosto-de-voce-porque-somos-cumplices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/6033447347868944439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/6033447347868944439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/10/gosto-de-voce-porque-somos-cumplices.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-27snnHQhszs/To-QR_O8-TI/AAAAAAAAAv8/IyOoEXMm_Sc/s72-c/313693_224207340973402_159850950742375_652868_564055655_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-1959990024063688334</id><published>2011-10-04T12:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T12:54:01.207-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://spf.fotolog.com.br/photo/15/61/119/lisr/1299805614917_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="140" src="http://spf.fotolog.com.br/photo/15/61/119/lisr/1299805614917_f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;- Faça um desejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;- E se eu não tiver nada pra desejar? Se eu tiver tudo que eu quero?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;- Deseje que nada mude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-1959990024063688334?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/1959990024063688334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/10/faca-um-desejo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/1959990024063688334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/1959990024063688334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/10/faca-um-desejo.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-168966258861708585</id><published>2011-09-30T20:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T20:52:28.709-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3029/3354064020_2ef6bfa925_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3029/3354064020_2ef6bfa925_z.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Olho para baixo e me surpreendo ao me encontrar no meio de um pequeno círculo de pedra. No centro, diretamente entre meus pés, há um octógono de cobre-bronze com uma estrela. Palavras estão gravadas ao redor deste: &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poin zero des routes de France&lt;/i&gt;. É traduzido como &lt;b&gt;''Ponto zero das estradas da França''. &lt;/b&gt;Em outras palavras, é o ponto no qual todas as outras distâncias da França são medidas. É o início de tudo. Tem de se começar por algum lugar. Agora, faça um pedido. Coloque seus pés na estrela e faça um pedido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Ouvi que se alguém pisa aqui está destinado a voltar a Paris algum dia!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-168966258861708585?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/168966258861708585/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/09/olho-para-baixo-e-me-surpreendo-ao-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/168966258861708585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/168966258861708585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/09/olho-para-baixo-e-me-surpreendo-ao-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3029/3354064020_2ef6bfa925_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-5569147206767635467</id><published>2011-09-30T14:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T14:50:25.721-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14900134/tumblr_ln0p28Eat71qc41hqo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14900134/tumblr_ln0p28Eat71qc41hqo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-5569147206767635467?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/5569147206767635467/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/5569147206767635467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/5569147206767635467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-8538726358944386315</id><published>2011-09-29T13:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T13:03:21.239-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Tentaram me fazer acreditar que o amor não existe e que sonhos estão fora de moda. Cavaram um buraco bem fundo e tentaram enterrar todos os meus desejos, um a um, como fizeram com os deles. Mas como menina-teimosa que sou, ainda insisto em desentortar os caminhos. Em construir castelos sem pensar nos ventos. Em buscar verdades enquanto elas tentam fugir de mim. A manter meu buquê de sorrisos no rosto, sem perder a vontade de antes. Porque aprendi, que a vida, apesar de bruta, é meio mágica. Dá sempre pra tirar um coelho da cartola. E lá vou eu, nas minhas tentativas, às vezes meio cegas, às vezes meio burras, tentar acertar os passos. Sem me preocupar se a próxima etapa será o tombo ou o voo. Eu sei que vou. Insisto na caminhada. O que não dá é pra ficar parado. Se amanhã o que eu sonhei não for bem aquilo, eu tiro um arco-íris da cartola. E refaço. Colo. Pinto e bordo. Porque a força de dentro é maior. Maior que todo mal que existe no mundo. Maior que todos os ventos contrários. É maior porque é do bem. E nisso, sim, acredito até o fim. O destino da felicidade, me foi traçado no berço"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;(Zaira Lima) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-8538726358944386315?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/8538726358944386315/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/09/tentaram-me-fazer-acreditar-que-o-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/8538726358944386315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/8538726358944386315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/09/tentaram-me-fazer-acreditar-que-o-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-1657735379739140312</id><published>2011-09-27T14:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T14:41:31.599-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&gt;Nada em mim foi covarde, nem mesmo as desistências: Desistir, ainda que não pareça, foi meu grande gesto de coragem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-1657735379739140312?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/1657735379739140312/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/09/nada-em-mim-foi-covarde-nem-mesmo-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/1657735379739140312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/1657735379739140312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/09/nada-em-mim-foi-covarde-nem-mesmo-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-4286677984787674665</id><published>2011-09-19T23:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T23:25:03.257-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sp7.fotolog.com.br/photo/39/58/25/f1_ladies/1301845447904_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sp7.fotolog.com.br/photo/39/58/25/f1_ladies/1301845447904_f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sp7.fotolog.com.br/photo/39/58/25/f1_ladies/1259952936866.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://sp7.fotolog.com.br/photo/39/58/25/f1_ladies/1259952936866.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://globoesporte.globo.com/platb/files/148/2010/10/michibataebutton.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://globoesporte.globo.com/platb/files/148/2010/10/michibataebutton.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Somos aquele casal formado por idiotas que tem a missão de fazer o outro rir. Tiraríamos fotos e as colaríamos nas paredes do nosso quarto. Eu iria usar a sua camisa, enquanto você usasse o meu sutiã por cima da blusa pra me fazer rir. Você sempre brincaria comigo me imitando na tpm. Eu com todas as minhas crises de ciúmes, não deixaria você chegar perto de nenhuma garota que não fosse eu. Você com seu senso de humor, faria qualquer palhaçada pra me arrancar um sorriso. Você me jogaria na piscina, eu te puxaria junto. Você inventaria de cozinhar mas sempre resultaria em pizza. Haveriam algumas brigas também, mas elas sempre acabariam em você me roubando um beijo e eu te chamando de bobo. Te chamaria de idiota, chato, lerdo, mas no final admitiria que não sei viver você. Decoraria todas as suas manias, e te diria o quanto o seu sorriso é o mais bonito de todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-4286677984787674665?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/4286677984787674665/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/09/somos-aquele-casal-formado-por-idiotas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/4286677984787674665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/4286677984787674665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/09/somos-aquele-casal-formado-por-idiotas.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-4625329928757522056</id><published>2011-09-17T23:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T23:11:57.612-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PODE SER?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8F7fhoYM-n4/TnVSc_qXanI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Lo1O-rPBAGI/s1600/coca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8F7fhoYM-n4/TnVSc_qXanI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Lo1O-rPBAGI/s1600/coca.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Simples e objetivo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-4625329928757522056?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/4625329928757522056/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/09/pode-ser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/4625329928757522056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/4625329928757522056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/09/pode-ser.html' title='PODE SER?'/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8F7fhoYM-n4/TnVSc_qXanI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Lo1O-rPBAGI/s72-c/coca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-8458802904828975166</id><published>2011-09-13T22:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T22:05:51.053-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrhmd4sUgD1qcqotjo1_r1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrhmd4sUgD1qcqotjo1_r1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vem aqui, chega mais perto. Pege teus braços e me envolve neles. Pega teus dedos e esconde em meus cabelos, encosta tua cabeça na minha e diz que eu te canso. Morde minha orelha só pra me ouvir implorar por você. Pega tuas pernas e descansa elas em mim. Usa teu perfume mais barato só pra sentir meu vapor quente no teu pescoço. Me irrita, me faz perder a linha, me envolve, me solta, me pega de jeito e não solta. Coloca a música mais chata só pra me fazer dizer que faço qualquer coisa pra você tirar. Diz pra mim que eu sou a pior parte do seu dia. Reclama da minha chatice. Diz que se meteu numa cilada. Me conta teus segredos, me faz um solo de guitarra só pra eu dizer que com isso você não vai me conquistar. Me beija de leve a boca fazendo aos poucos com que meu corpo esteja mais junto ao teu. Faz greve de mim.  Mas vem. Vem imperfeito mesmo, vem descalço, vem com medo, vem com coragem, vem e me esquenta. Toca min’alma gelada e derrete o medo de te amar. Mas vem. Vem que um dia eu vou. Mas vem você. Vem cuidar da sua pequena, vem.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;[peoplelikecoffee]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-8458802904828975166?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/8458802904828975166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/09/vem-aqui-chega-mais-perto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/8458802904828975166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/8458802904828975166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/09/vem-aqui-chega-mais-perto.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-801398388150070866</id><published>2011-09-12T23:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T23:06:16.052-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_L6oWkWskTk/TmgigC2DpeI/AAAAAAAAAu0/BiWGt2tqYJI/s1600/294440_10150788115675008_741190007_20435401_7327135_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_L6oWkWskTk/TmgigC2DpeI/AAAAAAAAAu0/BiWGt2tqYJI/s320/294440_10150788115675008_741190007_20435401_7327135_n_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Já não basta Paris ser romântica por apenas ser Paris, ela tem que ter algo que ''prove'' esse romantismo. E isso fica por conta dos diversos cadeados que foram colocados na&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Pont dês Arts. Os casais escrevem suas iniciais nos cadeados e os trancam ali e atiram a chave no Rio Sena. Reza a lenda que os&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;lovers&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;estarão amarrados para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mais uma coisa na minha lista de ''O que fazer quando for a Paris!''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&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/1362099832786169401-3736884981339430742?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/3736884981339430742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/09/paris-mais-romantica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/3736884981339430742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/3736884981339430742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/09/paris-mais-romantica.html' title='Paris mais romântica'/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_L6oWkWskTk/TmgigC2DpeI/AAAAAAAAAu0/BiWGt2tqYJI/s72-c/294440_10150788115675008_741190007_20435401_7327135_n_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-3606427142001895253</id><published>2011-09-06T23:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T23:07:41.773-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yBvaL4Ec6ac/TmbOHoT4YRI/AAAAAAAAAuw/48n8T5RloRc/s1600/tumblr_lkog8wLv9S1qj2ebwo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yBvaL4Ec6ac/TmbOHoT4YRI/AAAAAAAAAuw/48n8T5RloRc/s320/tumblr_lkog8wLv9S1qj2ebwo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Fiquei quarenta e sete dias com o homem mais bonito do mundo. Todo mundo olhava pra ele. Homens, mulheres, velhinhos, crianças, cachorros, pombas, formigas. Ele poderia ter qualquer uma das anjinhas da Victoria's Secret mas preferia estar comigo. Ele definitivamente não tinha nenhum problema sexual, aliás, muito pelo contrário: fazia parte do seletíssimo grupo de homens que, apesar de não fazer feio em medidas, são adeptos do sexo minimalista (aquele que sabe o valor da delicadeza pontual, ritmada, paciente e amorosa), entendia os filmes do Reserva Cultural e me explicava as palavras mais difíceis das músicas da Radiohead. Tudo ia muito bem até que um dia, na fila pra comprar uma bomba de chocolate numa rua de Cachoeiro, eu resolvi explodir aquela relação. Ele era tão bonito que me... que me... que sei lá. Lembro que na hora pensei algo assim: ''ah, má vá ser bonito assim lá na puta que o pariu''. Mas ele não foi. Ficou. E pra sempre.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-3606427142001895253?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/3606427142001895253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/09/fiquei-quarenta-e-sete-dias-com-o-homem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/3606427142001895253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/3606427142001895253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/09/fiquei-quarenta-e-sete-dias-com-o-homem.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yBvaL4Ec6ac/TmbOHoT4YRI/AAAAAAAAAuw/48n8T5RloRc/s72-c/tumblr_lkog8wLv9S1qj2ebwo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-4353040029266262589</id><published>2011-09-05T13:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T13:12:36.646-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8j_Az6gGWXA/TmT0gLmWdoI/AAAAAAAAAus/T5BXoDyxkxk/s1600/tumblr_lpdvq9Xsq71qddu2ro1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8j_Az6gGWXA/TmT0gLmWdoI/AAAAAAAAAus/T5BXoDyxkxk/s320/tumblr_lpdvq9Xsq71qddu2ro1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sinto saudades de tudo que marcou a minha vida.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando vejo retratos, quando sinto cheiros,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;quando escuto uma voz, quando me lembro do passado,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;eu sinto saudades…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sinto saudades de amigos que nunca mais vi,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;de pessoas com quem não mais falei ou cruzei…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sinto saudades da minha infância,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;do meu primeiro amor, do meu segundo, do terceiro,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;do penúltimo e daqueles que ainda vou ter, se Deus quiser…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sinto saudades do presente,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;que não aproveitei de todo,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;lembrando do passado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e apostando no futuro…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sinto saudades do futuro,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;que se idealizado,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;provavelmente não será do jeito que eu penso que vai ser…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sinto saudades de quem me deixou e de quem eu deixei!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;De quem disse que viria&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e nem apareceu;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;de quem apareceu correndo,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sem me conhecer direito,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;de quem nunca vou ter a oportunidade de conhecer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sinto saudades dos que se foram e de quem não me despedi direito!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daqueles que não tiveram&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;como me dizer adeus;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;de gente que passou na calçada contrária da minha vida&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e que só enxerguei de vislumbre!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sinto saudades de coisas que tive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e de outras que não tive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mas quis muito ter!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sinto saudades de coisas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;que nem sei se existiram.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sinto saudades de coisas sérias,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;de coisas hilariantes,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;de casos, de experiências…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sinto saudades do cachorrinho que eu tive um dia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e que me amava fielmente, como só os cães são capazes de fazer!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sinto saudades das coisas que vivi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e das que deixei passar,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sem curtir na totalidade.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quantas vezes tenho vontade de encontrar não sei o que…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;não sei onde…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;para resgatar alguma coisa que nem sei o que é e nem onde perdi…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;(Zaira Lima)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-4353040029266262589?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/4353040029266262589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/09/sinto-saudades-de-tudo-que-marcou-minha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/4353040029266262589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/4353040029266262589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/09/sinto-saudades-de-tudo-que-marcou-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8j_Az6gGWXA/TmT0gLmWdoI/AAAAAAAAAus/T5BXoDyxkxk/s72-c/tumblr_lpdvq9Xsq71qddu2ro1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-5692971877699156286</id><published>2011-09-04T17:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T17:42:20.818-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Trago lágrimas, sorrisos, histórias, abraços… trago momentos felizes, momentos de decepção. Carrego pessoas, amores e desamores, amigos e inimigos, desafetos, paixões… Não sou um livro aberto, mas também não tão fechado que você não consiga abrir, basta ter jeito, saber tocar as páginas, uma a uma, e descobrirá de que papel é feito cada uma delas…”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;(Caio F. Abreu) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-5692971877699156286?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/5692971877699156286/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/09/trago-lagrimas-sorrisos-historias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/5692971877699156286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/5692971877699156286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/09/trago-lagrimas-sorrisos-historias.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-6387670523586787588</id><published>2011-08-28T23:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T23:04:13.734-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lg7wtjzwel1qdc21ko1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lg7wtjzwel1qdc21ko1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-6387670523586787588?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/6387670523586787588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/6387670523586787588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/6387670523586787588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-4117004823565259319</id><published>2011-08-25T22:58:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T23:08:06.789-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma versão punk de Romeu &amp; Julieta</title><content type='html'>Crescemos ouvindo aqueles contos de fada onde a mulher come o pão que o diabo amassou, dai vem um principe lindo e maravilhoso, eles se casam e vivem felizes para sempre. E o pior é que ficamos achando que isso um dia irá acontecer conosco também!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que queremos de verdade?&lt;br /&gt;Um principe encantado, que não existe, ou alguém que realmente nos ame de verdade? Nos ame como somos realmente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe aquela história do Romeu &amp;amp; Julieta? Pensa que é mentira? &lt;br /&gt;Essa eu tenho certeza que pode acontecer (na verdade já aconteceu)!&lt;br /&gt;Uma versão punk da velha história escrita por William Shakespeare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 1977, John Simon Ritchie-Beverly, conhecido no mundo inteiro como Sid Vicious (baixista do Sex Pistols), conheceu Nancy Spungen, uma drogada que tentava a vida como prostituta em Nova York e acabou com fama de groupie, por correr atrás de vários astros do rock. Como ninguém gostava dela, ela arriscou a sorte na Inglaterra e foi parar no apartamento da amiga Linda Ashby, o mesmo de Sid, bem na epóca que Sid entrou nos Sex Pistols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sid ainda era virgem quando conheceu a Nancy e com ela descobriu os prazeres da carne e se viciou em heroína.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os amigos de Sid tentaram afastá-la dele, e abrir seus olhos. Malcon, sem sucesso, tentou sequestrá-la, mas apenas conseguiu mantê-la fora da turnê americana, porém, Sid bebia e falava de Nancy o tempo todo durante a turnê.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após o termino da banda, Sid foi morar com Nancy em Nova York, no hotel Chelsea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 1978, Nancy tornou-se manager de Vicious. Chegou um momento em que Sid estava convencido de que ele era a alma da banda e que poderia muito bem seguir em carreira solo. Até fez uma versão da música My Way (de Paul Anka), mas não foi muito longe. A carreira solo de Sid fracassou completamente e todo o dinheiro que conseguia era destinado ao vício em heroína.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 13 de outubro (ou 12 de dezembro, varia conforme a fonte), Sid encontrou Nancy morta no banheiro do quarto nº100, onde moravam, com uma facada no abdome. Uma das histórias, diz que Sid estava drogado e a matou. Outra versão, envolve dinheiro desaparecido durante o assassinato e conta que Nancy foi assassinada por um traficante que vivia no apartamento. A terceira versão da história diz que Nancy, drogada, se matou aos 20 anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sid foi preso acusado de assassinar a esposa e, arrasado, tentou se matar várias vezes na cadeia e, enquanto esteve lá, Sid escreveu poesias e músicas para Nancy, que nunca foram gravadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos acreditavam na desintoxicação de Sid mas, após a festa em homenagem a sua libertação na casa de sua mãe, ele se trancou no banheiro e injetou uma dose a mais de heroína. Depois foi achado morto, deitado de costas na cama do apartamento de Michelle Robinson (sua namorada), na manhã de 2 de fevereiro de 1979, aos 21 anos, de overdose de heroína. Acredita-se que Sid havia roubado a droga da própria mãe (que tem registro de prisão por posse de drogas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após a morte, sua mãe encontrou na sua jaqueta uma carta suicida que dizia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"We had a death pact, and I have to keep my half of the bargain. Please bury me next to my baby in my leather jacket, jeans and motorcycle boots. Goodbye."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("Nós tinhamos um pacto de morte, e eu tenho que manter minha parte no trato. Por favor, me enterre próximo a minha querida com minha jaqueta de couro, jeans e botas de motoqueiro. Adeus")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelo fato de Nancy ser judia e ter sido enterrada em cemitério israelita, Vicious não foi autorizado a ser enterrado junto a Nancy. Ele foi cremado e conta-se que sua mãe perdeu parte de suas cinzas no aeroporto de Heathrow e depositou o resto no túmulo de Nancy, contrariando as autoridades judaicas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eq61f4ULJbk/Tlb8x_8tZqI/AAAAAAAAAuo/lLksh0ZhyyE/s1600/tumblr_lq7w9aJ0n31qa7tozo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eq61f4ULJbk/Tlb8x_8tZqI/AAAAAAAAAuo/lLksh0ZhyyE/s400/tumblr_lq7w9aJ0n31qa7tozo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cena do filme "Sid &amp;amp; Nancy"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-4117004823565259319?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/4117004823565259319/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/08/uma-versao-punk-de-romeu-julieta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/4117004823565259319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/4117004823565259319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/08/uma-versao-punk-de-romeu-julieta.html' title='Uma versão punk de Romeu &amp; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B4on5-LzokY/Tk57VJ9-CQI/AAAAAAAAAuk/NuiTsf_EUsw/s1600/james-franco-infphoto-860906.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B4on5-LzokY/Tk57VJ9-CQI/AAAAAAAAAuk/NuiTsf_EUsw/s320/james-franco-infphoto-860906.png" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://clubedasmigs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Quem foi que te deu permissão pra ter esse sorriso, esses olhos, essas covinhas?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&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/1362099832786169401-1439190115640384233?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/1439190115640384233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/08/quem-foi-que-te-deu-permissao-pra-ter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/1439190115640384233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/1439190115640384233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/08/quem-foi-que-te-deu-permissao-pra-ter.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B4on5-LzokY/Tk57VJ9-CQI/AAAAAAAAAuk/NuiTsf_EUsw/s72-c/james-franco-infphoto-860906.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-6658251924064457167</id><published>2011-08-18T20:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T20:39:02.740-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Sabe aquela história de que uma imagem vale mais do que mil palavras? Então...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CIOJvVTDpaA/Tk2iIek-iaI/AAAAAAAAAug/eJ4ErJoi614/s1600/tumblr_lfbu25pJLO1qcyg6qo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CIOJvVTDpaA/Tk2iIek-iaI/AAAAAAAAAug/eJ4ErJoi614/s400/tumblr_lfbu25pJLO1qcyg6qo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-6658251924064457167?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/6658251924064457167/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/08/sabe-aquela-historia-de-que-uma-imagem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/6658251924064457167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/6658251924064457167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/08/sabe-aquela-historia-de-que-uma-imagem.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CIOJvVTDpaA/Tk2iIek-iaI/AAAAAAAAAug/eJ4ErJoi614/s72-c/tumblr_lfbu25pJLO1qcyg6qo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-3508970702141949841</id><published>2011-08-15T12:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T12:20:16.058-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Seres humanos precisam de muita coisa para se sentirem vivos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Família...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Amor...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Sexo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Mas só precisamos de uma coisa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Para estarmos vivos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Precisamos de um coração batendo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Quando nosso coração é ameaçado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Respondemos de uma de duas maneiras...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Ou corremos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Ou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Atacamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Existe um termo científico pra isso.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Lutar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Ou fugir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;É um instinto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Não podemos controlá-lo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Ou podemos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&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/1362099832786169401-3508970702141949841?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/3508970702141949841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/08/humanos-precisam-de-muita-coisa-para-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/3508970702141949841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/3508970702141949841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/08/humanos-precisam-de-muita-coisa-para-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-3849048587620791490</id><published>2011-08-14T14:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T14:25:36.672-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Minha própria terra fechou seus portões para mim. Sozinha no mundo, isso me assusta.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Estou aqui para provar que estão errados. Fui acusado de algo pelo qual vivo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Em minha terra de sonhos, há alguém que entende... Uma alma amistosa, confiando a vida em minhas mãos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sim, eu fiz tudo o que pude! Agora está tomada por um estranho.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jamais se esqueça o que ouviu hoje.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você descobrirá que não é tão bravo. Se você é homem o bastante, resolva seus problemas sozinho quando outros tiverem seus próprios!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Minha velha terra é apenas uma pilha de areia... Fria e vazia, mas alguma coisa ainda está lá.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sim, eu fiz tudo o que pude! Agora está tomada por um estranho.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jamais se esqueça o que ouviu hoje.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você descobrirá que não é tão bravo. Se você é homem o bastante, resolva seus problemas sozinho quando outros tiverem seus próprios!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sou uma verdadeira patriota, você é minha terra!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você tem minha alma, tem tudo o que eu tinha. Agora estou aqui, e quero tudo de volta!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Em meus sonhos, eu escalo as colinas eu vejo e deixo uma brisa gentil me levar à planícies que eu já havia visto e à um céu azul e limpo. Eu nado em lagos. Eu encontro. Eu construo uma casa lá, que você não pode me tomar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Estou aqui para reclamar minha terra!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você não pode me afastar, para sempre!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jamais se esqueça o que ouviu hoje.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você descobrirá que não é tão bravo. Se você é homem o bastante, resolva seus problemas sozinho quando outros tiverem seus próprios!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My Land - Sonata Arctica)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-3849048587620791490?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/3849048587620791490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/08/minha-propria-terra-fechou-seus-portoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/3849048587620791490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/3849048587620791490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/08/minha-propria-terra-fechou-seus-portoes.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-6492913933569305861</id><published>2011-08-09T23:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T23:45:28.919-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lp0kosZeTd1qlk7joo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lp0kosZeTd1qlk7joo1_500.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Ele me aperta como sempre, até que algum ossinho da minha coluna estale, e me diz, como sempre também: “Que é que você tem que eu sempre largo tudo e venho te ver&amp;nbsp;?&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/1362099832786169401-6492913933569305861?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/6492913933569305861/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/08/ele-me-aperta-como-sempre-ate-que-algum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/6492913933569305861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/6492913933569305861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/08/ele-me-aperta-como-sempre-ate-que-algum.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-7947219893073806441</id><published>2011-08-07T01:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T01:08:15.621-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TndWUwXpUAc/Tj4PaUUrnbI/AAAAAAAAAuc/_iwHWBG6_S0/s1600/uuguggugug.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TndWUwXpUAc/Tj4PaUUrnbI/AAAAAAAAAuc/_iwHWBG6_S0/s320/uuguggugug.bmp" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Lá está ela, mais uma vez. Não sei, não vou saber, não dá pra entender como ela não se cansa disso. Sabe que tudo acontece como um jogo, se é de azar ou de sorte, não dá pra prever. Ou melhor, até se pode prever, mas ela dispensa. E se ela se afogar, se recupera. E assim, aos poucos, ela se esquece dos socos, pontapés, golpes baixos que a vida lhe deu, lhe dará. A moça – que não era Capitu, mas também tem olhos de ressaca – levanta e segue em frente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-7947219893073806441?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/7947219893073806441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/08/la-esta-ela-mais-uma-vez.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/7947219893073806441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/7947219893073806441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/08/la-esta-ela-mais-uma-vez.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TndWUwXpUAc/Tj4PaUUrnbI/AAAAAAAAAuc/_iwHWBG6_S0/s72-c/uuguggugug.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-4472109505469045315</id><published>2011-07-30T14:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T14:45:08.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Triste é quando você percebe que não é o suficiente pra alguém, enquanto essa mesma pessoa é tudo aquilo que você precisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitivamente, a partir daí, seus sorrisos já não são mais tão sinceros. As músicas que você ouve já não são mais tão alegres. E você acorda todos os dias com o coração amargurado, esperando que alguma mísera coisa boa aconteça, só pra disfarçar o óbvio. E, tenho que dizer, depois de um tempo, você já nem espera por mais nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes o seu melhor não é o bastante. E aquela sensação de não poder fazer nada pra ser melhor que o melhor bate de frente com todas as esperanças todo o dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora o álcool é seu melhor amigo. Ele não vai te ajudar a resolver os problemas, mas te faz esquecer deles. É como decidir não os olhar mais, só que espontaneamente. Ou até olhar, mas bem de longe. Bem de longe, e sem as lentes de contato. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca disseram que seria simples. E você precisa de um Han Solo pra te salvar."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-4472109505469045315?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/4472109505469045315/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/07/triste-e-quando-voce-percebe-que-nao-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/4472109505469045315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/4472109505469045315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/07/triste-e-quando-voce-percebe-que-nao-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-1349697327924531594</id><published>2011-07-28T23:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T23:11:02.219-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DD7HXz5Bgks/TjIV0SZi3CI/AAAAAAAAAuU/yu9V-R5IgK8/s1600/tumblr_ljxaqipw1k1qddjnqo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DD7HXz5Bgks/TjIV0SZi3CI/AAAAAAAAAuU/yu9V-R5IgK8/s320/tumblr_ljxaqipw1k1qddjnqo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;O que vale não é quantas vezes vocês estiveram juntos durante a semana, o que vale é a intensidade com que vocês aproveitaram os momentos. No fim do dia tudo que a gente mais quer é chegar em casa e ter de quem receber um abraço ou ter pra quem ligar, nem sempre isso é possível porque a outra pessoa tá longe, mas você tem que estar lá pra sua pessoa. Longe ou perto, você tem que estar. Porque é assim que funciona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-1349697327924531594?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/1349697327924531594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-que-vale-nao-e-quantas-vezes-voces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/1349697327924531594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/1349697327924531594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-que-vale-nao-e-quantas-vezes-voces.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DD7HXz5Bgks/TjIV0SZi3CI/AAAAAAAAAuU/yu9V-R5IgK8/s72-c/tumblr_ljxaqipw1k1qddjnqo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-2937350279735869574</id><published>2011-07-28T00:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T00:00:20.126-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"As vezes os sentimentos se embaralham tanto, as vezes tudo fica confuso… As coisas escurecem e você não consegue ouvir seus próprios pensamentos. Você não sabe o que sente, não sabe o que tem. Você só se sente mal, pra baixo, sozinha mesmo que o mundo inteiro esteja contigo. Você só precisa de uma pessoa, só dela e é justamente quem você não tem"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-2937350279735869574?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/2937350279735869574/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/07/as-vezes-os-sentimentos-se-embaralham.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/2937350279735869574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/2937350279735869574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/07/as-vezes-os-sentimentos-se-embaralham.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-2011434859254533420</id><published>2011-07-27T01:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T01:00:47.597-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Acorda, garota! Você é linda, inteligente, tem um ótimo perfume e seus olhos brilham mais que um punhado de purpurina. Por que chora? Perdeu em alguma esquina seu encanto?! Ninguém pode tirar de você seu mais belo sorriso, motivo de idas e vindas saltitantes. Coloque sua música favorita para tocar, respire fundo e faça o que de melhor sabe fazer: ser você!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;(Emmanuelle Marie Cesconetto)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-2011434859254533420?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/2011434859254533420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/07/acorda-garota-voce-e-linda-inteligente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/2011434859254533420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/2011434859254533420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/07/acorda-garota-voce-e-linda-inteligente.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-8349557384485186646</id><published>2011-07-24T23:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T23:07:41.645-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Agora não dá mesmo pra ser feliz, é impossível. Mas quem disse que a gente precisa ser sempre feliz? Isso é bobagem. Como Vinícius cantou ''é melhor viver do que ser feliz''. Porque, pra viver de verdade, a gente tem que quebrar a cara. Tem que tentar e não conseguir. Achar que vai dar e ver que não deu. Querer muito e não alcançar. Ter e perder. Tem que ter coragem de olhar no fundo dos olhos de alguém que a gente ama e dizer uma coisa terrível, mas que tem que ser dita. Tem que ter coragem de olhar no fundo dos olhos de alguém que a gente ama e ouvir uma coisa terrível, mas que tem que ser ouvida. A vida é incontornável. A gente perde, leva porrada, é passado pra trás, cai. Dói, ai, dói demais. Mas passa. Está vendo essa dor que agora samba no seu peito de salto agulha? Você ainda vai olha-la no fundo dos olhos e rir da cara dela. Juro que estou falando a verdade. Eu não minto. Vai passar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-8349557384485186646?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/8349557384485186646/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/07/agora-nao-da-mesmo-pra-ser-feliz-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/8349557384485186646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/8349557384485186646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/07/agora-nao-da-mesmo-pra-ser-feliz-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-3196423667907293481</id><published>2011-07-23T16:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T16:58:13.012-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Abraço minhas vontades mesmo que a minha cara fique roxa de tanto apanhar. Cumpro minhas promessas, mesmo que me doa. Não brinco com os outros pra me distrair, tampouco dou uma de boa samaritana para depois me esconder atrás da moita. Isso não. Por isso, digo e repito: gosto de gente de verdade. Se você é assim, por favor, senta aqui e vamos conversar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-3196423667907293481?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/3196423667907293481/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/07/abraco-minhas-vontades-mesmo-que-minha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/3196423667907293481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/3196423667907293481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/07/abraco-minhas-vontades-mesmo-que-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-1015272919112186035</id><published>2011-07-20T23:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T23:29:14.969-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_longehnosI1qbq1kt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_longehnosI1qbq1kt.jpg" width="293" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Eu, no primeiro momento:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lok96uj5ut1qekck2o1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lok96uj5ut1qekck2o1_500.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Depois:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_longf08tM71qbq1kt.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="171" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_longf08tM71qbq1kt.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_longg0XtEV1qbq1kt.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="146" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_longg0XtEV1qbq1kt.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Oh! James! Coisa linda!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_longh2s2m21qbq1kt.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_longh2s2m21qbq1kt.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-1015272919112186035?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/1015272919112186035/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-no-primeiro-momento-depois-oh-james.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/1015272919112186035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/1015272919112186035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-no-primeiro-momento-depois-oh-james.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-4595568908524527110</id><published>2011-07-20T16:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T16:40:48.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gHqR-Y64sAA/TicuwZ8cb6I/AAAAAAAAAuI/P-QE-_B3Wjs/s1600/tumblr_lida37aW631qa1k25o1_500_large.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gHqR-Y64sAA/TicuwZ8cb6I/AAAAAAAAAuI/P-QE-_B3Wjs/s320/tumblr_lida37aW631qa1k25o1_500_large.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Não pensamos só em nós mesmos. Ajudamos uns aos outros.Cuidamos uns dos outros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-4595568908524527110?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/4595568908524527110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/07/nao-pensamos-so-em-nos-mesmos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/4595568908524527110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/4595568908524527110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/07/nao-pensamos-so-em-nos-mesmos.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gHqR-Y64sAA/TicuwZ8cb6I/AAAAAAAAAuI/P-QE-_B3Wjs/s72-c/tumblr_lida37aW631qa1k25o1_500_large.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-1627329098374253950</id><published>2011-07-18T16:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T16:15:54.104-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lobz0mGZGG1qjjnafo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lobz0mGZGG1qjjnafo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-1627329098374253950?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/1627329098374253950/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/1627329098374253950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/1627329098374253950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-1935551719738699488</id><published>2011-07-17T22:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T22:23:33.054-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gaZsgi8QDDc/TiODwGxq-jI/AAAAAAAAAuA/ZCyS0oUrTQo/s1600/Letters-to-Juliet-Movie-masquerade-13430075-1200-1800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gaZsgi8QDDc/TiODwGxq-jI/AAAAAAAAAuA/ZCyS0oUrTQo/s320/Letters-to-Juliet-Movie-masquerade-13430075-1200-1800.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Presta atenção, presta atenção, presta bastante atenção..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Eu moro em Londres, uma cidade histórica, linda e vibrante na qual eu amo viver. Você mora em Nova York que é super estimada. Como o atlântico é largo demais para atravessar todos os dias a nado, de barco ou de avião, vamos decidir isso na moeda. Mas se você não quiser aceitar isso eu deixo Londres com todo prazer se você estiver me esperando do outro lado, porque a verdade é que eu te amo, loucamente, profundamente, verdadeiramente e apaixonadamente&lt;i&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-1935551719738699488?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/1935551719738699488/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/07/presta-atencao-presta-atencao-presta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/1935551719738699488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/1935551719738699488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/07/presta-atencao-presta-atencao-presta.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gaZsgi8QDDc/TiODwGxq-jI/AAAAAAAAAuA/ZCyS0oUrTQo/s72-c/Letters-to-Juliet-Movie-masquerade-13430075-1200-1800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-5105707594460257531</id><published>2011-07-15T13:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T13:05:40.055-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;"&gt;''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Você tem 5 minutos pra mergulhar na tristeza profunda. Aproveite, desfrute, descarte... e siga em frente! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;"&gt;''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-5105707594460257531?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/5105707594460257531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/07/tem-5-minutos-pra-mergulhar-na-tristeza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/5105707594460257531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/5105707594460257531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/07/tem-5-minutos-pra-mergulhar-na-tristeza.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-6655442239821195116</id><published>2011-07-13T17:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T17:45:46.206-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z6CF0Bog3uE/Th4B7H2x5fI/AAAAAAAAAt8/LTfl1eURn40/s1600/Bradley-cooper_1301929745.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z6CF0Bog3uE/Th4B7H2x5fI/AAAAAAAAAt8/LTfl1eURn40/s320/Bradley-cooper_1301929745.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Tem que ter alguma coisa que goste nos casamentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Sabe quando a noiva chega e ela faz a grande entrada? Eu gosto de olhar pro pobre do noivo que vai se casar porque apesar de achar que ele é um idiota por entrar de boa vontade na última forma legal de escravidão ele sempre me parece muito, &amp;nbsp;muito feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-6655442239821195116?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/6655442239821195116/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/07/tem-que-ter-alguma-coisa-que-goste-nos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/6655442239821195116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/6655442239821195116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/07/tem-que-ter-alguma-coisa-que-goste-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z6CF0Bog3uE/Th4B7H2x5fI/AAAAAAAAAt8/LTfl1eURn40/s72-c/Bradley-cooper_1301929745.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-7750739683042356685</id><published>2011-07-12T17:19:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T17:20:56.474-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lklddipYvs1qe0fdco1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lklddipYvs1qe0fdco1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mentira se eu disser que não penso mais em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-7750739683042356685?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/7750739683042356685/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/07/mentira-se-eu-disser-que-nao-penso-mais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/7750739683042356685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/7750739683042356685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/07/mentira-se-eu-disser-que-nao-penso-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-4531761205266967508</id><published>2011-07-12T00:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T00:22:13.025-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11540867/tumblr_lnkp4rL3jB1qm69nlo1_500_large.png?1309723963" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" m$="true" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11540867/tumblr_lnkp4rL3jB1qm69nlo1_500_large.png?1309723963" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Quando uma pessoa está deitada no seu colo ou apoiada no seu ombro e você se sente desconfortável, mas não sai dali porque sabe que a outra pessoa está bem assim. Isso é AMOR.&lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-4531761205266967508?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/4531761205266967508/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/07/quando-uma-pessoa-esta-deitada-no-seu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/4531761205266967508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/4531761205266967508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/07/quando-uma-pessoa-esta-deitada-no-seu.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-7450400023574642411</id><published>2011-07-11T00:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T00:14:38.604-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero um James Franco que toque violão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnseaiu59P1qjepkzo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnseaiu59P1qjepkzo1_500.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-7450400023574642411?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/7450400023574642411/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/07/quero-um-james-franco-que-toque-violao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/7450400023574642411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/7450400023574642411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/07/quero-um-james-franco-que-toque-violao.html' title='Quero um James Franco que toque violão'/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-3714583080532631280</id><published>2011-07-08T23:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T23:39:38.746-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pMogidNzgvw/The9OxGAw-I/AAAAAAAAAt4/Py52FxkUVRY/s1600/4218309299_0642e9817d_z_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pMogidNzgvw/The9OxGAw-I/AAAAAAAAAt4/Py52FxkUVRY/s320/4218309299_0642e9817d_z_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Me conheço, se entrego tudo logo de cara, desenvolvo aqueles sintomas clássicos: os ruídos no estômago vazio esperando pra ver se vai mesmo ligar, em quanto tempo, se doze horas ou treze dias depois, e o que essa quantidade de tempo pode querer me dizer. Doida, eu sei, mas não é só isso. Tem também a &amp;nbsp;versão psicótica de mim mesma imaginando o depois da ligação, que filme você vai sugerir no primeiro encontro, a primeira transa, como a gente vai engatar o tal relacionamento, em que partes do corpo sente cócegas, o que você vai achar do tamanho dos meus seios e da minha mania de comer presunto com mel. Quando vejo, lá vou eu, estou vivendo antecipadamente todo o enredo das coisas, sem deixar nada de bom pra realmente acontecer, facilitando o desencanto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-3714583080532631280?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/3714583080532631280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/07/me-conheco-se-entrego-tudo-logo-de-cara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/3714583080532631280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/3714583080532631280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/07/me-conheco-se-entrego-tudo-logo-de-cara.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pMogidNzgvw/The9OxGAw-I/AAAAAAAAAt4/Py52FxkUVRY/s72-c/4218309299_0642e9817d_z_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-8893511791657267480</id><published>2011-07-08T00:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T00:55:02.209-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10396552/tumblr_lg77kkOzMp1qg3gdoo1_400_large.jpg?1307057387" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10396552/tumblr_lg77kkOzMp1qg3gdoo1_400_large.jpg?1307057387" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Faça um plano, tenha um objetivo, trabalhe pra conseguir, mas, de vez em quando, olhe em volta e absorva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-8893511791657267480?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/8893511791657267480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/07/faca-um-plano-tenha-um-objetivo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/8893511791657267480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/8893511791657267480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/07/faca-um-plano-tenha-um-objetivo.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-6194362982876461271</id><published>2011-07-04T17:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T17:28:13.717-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T49Hz-7UZ7c/ThIgmFEfyPI/AAAAAAAAAt0/TRjtqTzGbpE/s1600/269795_141946479217082_138180862926977_262725_393919_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T49Hz-7UZ7c/ThIgmFEfyPI/AAAAAAAAAt0/TRjtqTzGbpE/s320/269795_141946479217082_138180862926977_262725_393919_n_large.jpg" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Isso é tudo o que sei sobre a França: Madeline, Amélie e Moulin Rouge. A Torre Eiffel e o &amp;nbsp;Arco do Triunfo também, embora eu não saiba qual a verdadeira função de nenhum dos dois. Napoleão, Maria Antonieta e vários reis chamados Louis. Também não estou certa do que eles fizeram, mas acho que tem alguma coisa a ver com a &amp;nbsp;Revolução Francesa, que tem algo a ver com o Dia da Bastilha. O museu de arte chama - se Louvre, &amp;nbsp;tem o formato de uma pirâmide, e a Mona Lisa vive lá junto com a estátua da mulher sem braços. E tem cafés e bistrôs - ou qualquer nome que eles dão a estes - em cada esquina... &amp;nbsp;Não é que &amp;nbsp;eu seja ingrata, quero dizer, é &lt;b&gt;Paris&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Cidade Luz&lt;/b&gt;! &lt;b&gt;A cidade mais romântica do mundo&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Anna Oliphant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-6194362982876461271?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/6194362982876461271/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/07/isso-e-tudo-o-que-sei-sobre-franca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/6194362982876461271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/6194362982876461271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/07/isso-e-tudo-o-que-sei-sobre-franca.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T49Hz-7UZ7c/ThIgmFEfyPI/AAAAAAAAAt0/TRjtqTzGbpE/s72-c/269795_141946479217082_138180862926977_262725_393919_n_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-3810086033116031337</id><published>2011-07-03T21:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T21:07:34.426-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Roubado descaradamente do post do&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://inaagodoy.tumblr.com/"&gt;tumblr da inaagodoy&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnrxui4AjA1qcfbnfo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnrxui4AjA1qcfbnfo1_500.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Paris, Je t'aime&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/1362099832786169401-3810086033116031337?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/3810086033116031337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/07/roubado-descaradamente-do-post-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/3810086033116031337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/3810086033116031337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/07/roubado-descaradamente-do-post-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-3196369525078884045</id><published>2011-06-30T21:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T21:34:41.581-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BkaevJ-GRV0/Tg0Tlokm_EI/AAAAAAAAAtw/fAn2FcCPrOQ/s1600/tumblr_lfnviybdlx1qdfa4fo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BkaevJ-GRV0/Tg0Tlokm_EI/AAAAAAAAAtw/fAn2FcCPrOQ/s320/tumblr_lfnviybdlx1qdfa4fo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Se você tivesse chegado antes, eu não teria notado. Se demorasse um pouco mais, eu não teria esperado. Você anda acertando muita coisa, mesmo sem perceber. Você tem me ganhado nos detalhes e aposto que nem desconfia. Mas já que você chegou no momento certo, vou te pedir que fique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-3196369525078884045?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/3196369525078884045/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/06/se-voce-tivesse-chegado-antes-eu-nao_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/3196369525078884045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/3196369525078884045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/06/se-voce-tivesse-chegado-antes-eu-nao_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BkaevJ-GRV0/Tg0Tlokm_EI/AAAAAAAAAtw/fAn2FcCPrOQ/s72-c/tumblr_lfnviybdlx1qdfa4fo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-5475281957626634819</id><published>2011-06-27T17:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T17:03:35.424-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moviewallpaper.net/wpp/James_Franco_in_Spider-Man_3_Wallpaper_9_1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://www.moviewallpaper.net/wpp/James_Franco_in_Spider-Man_3_Wallpaper_9_1024.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Pedido de inverno: Um chocolate e o James Franco. Quentes, por favor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-5475281957626634819?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/5475281957626634819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/06/de-inverno-um-chocolate-e-o-james.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/5475281957626634819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/5475281957626634819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/06/de-inverno-um-chocolate-e-o-james.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-491902632897634820</id><published>2011-06-23T14:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T14:59:45.646-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nYCUNZqfgXs/TgN-L0QhRaI/AAAAAAAAAto/rElz51SzkKs/s1600/tumblr_ljq0wzNtZw1qfyiano1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="194" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nYCUNZqfgXs/TgN-L0QhRaI/AAAAAAAAAto/rElz51SzkKs/s320/tumblr_ljq0wzNtZw1qfyiano1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Se um dia fizerem uma música pra mim, eu caso. Não consigo ser discreta. Falo alto, dou risada da desgraça dos outros, adoro falar. Confiante. Contraditória. Cicatrizes. Histórias. Dizem que o inesperado Deus abre várias portas. &amp;nbsp;E é disso que eu gosto. Eu me viro. Tudo certo como 2+2=5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-491902632897634820?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/491902632897634820/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/06/se-um-dia-fizerem-uma-musica-pra-mim-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/491902632897634820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/491902632897634820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/06/se-um-dia-fizerem-uma-musica-pra-mim-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nYCUNZqfgXs/TgN-L0QhRaI/AAAAAAAAAto/rElz51SzkKs/s72-c/tumblr_ljq0wzNtZw1qfyiano1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-7103871399408067881</id><published>2011-06-18T22:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T22:14:08.334-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ln0i55g6r51qb7kqro1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ln0i55g6r51qb7kqro1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Eletricidade que corre em você. Eletricidade que me  faz tremer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Eletricidade que emana de cada poro seu. Que me atrai para o  seu pólo e me faz acender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Quero sentir seu calor me percorrendo outra  vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Me recarregar em você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Sei que a distância é bem maior do que os  olhos podem ver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;mas ainda assim meu corpo sente você.&lt;/span&gt;”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;(Libra) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-7103871399408067881?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/7103871399408067881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/06/eletricidade-que-corre-em-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/7103871399408067881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/7103871399408067881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/06/eletricidade-que-corre-em-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-7285173249816333085</id><published>2011-06-17T16:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T16:59:52.666-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Dizem que a gente tem o que precisa. Não o que a gente quer. Tudo bem. Eu não preciso de muito. Eu não quero muito. Eu quero mais. Mais paz. Mais saúde. Mais dinheiro. Mais poesia. Mais verdade. Mais harmonia. Mais noites bem dormidas. Mais noites em claro. Mais eu. Mais você. Mais sorrisos, beijos e aquela rima grudada na boca. Eu quero nós. Mais nós. Grudados. Enrolados. Amarrados. Jogados no tapete da sala. Nós que não atam nem desatam. Eu quero pouco e quero mais. Quero você. Quero eu. Quero domingos de manhã. Quero cama desarrumada, lençol, café e travesseiro. Quero seu beijo. Quero seu cheiro. Quero aquele olhar que não cansa, o desejo que escorre pela boca e o minuto no segundo seguinte: nada é muito quando é demais."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; text-align: center;"&gt;(Caio Fernando Abreu)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-7285173249816333085?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/7285173249816333085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/06/dizem-que-gente-tem-o-que-precisa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/7285173249816333085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/7285173249816333085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/06/dizem-que-gente-tem-o-que-precisa.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-571444110325272743</id><published>2011-06-16T22:54:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T22:55:58.202-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10611003/tumblr_lma68yABx81qjvth4o1_500_large.jpg?1307587868" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10611003/tumblr_lma68yABx81qjvth4o1_500_large.jpg?1307587868" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Soltei o mundo, pra segurar a sua mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&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/1362099832786169401-571444110325272743?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/571444110325272743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-mundo-pra-segurar-sua-mao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/571444110325272743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/571444110325272743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-mundo-pra-segurar-sua-mao.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-1894055851022867796</id><published>2011-06-15T01:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T01:47:36.885-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W0QqHn-RIb8/Tfg5IVk_tvI/AAAAAAAAAtk/sUDq7Z-aYOk/s1600/tumblr_lmlfta9hA61qbaypno1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W0QqHn-RIb8/Tfg5IVk_tvI/AAAAAAAAAtk/sUDq7Z-aYOk/s320/tumblr_lmlfta9hA61qbaypno1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Mas tenho uma curiosidade imensa pelo que vai me acontecer, pelas pessoas que vou conhecer, por tudo que vou dizer e fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-1894055851022867796?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/1894055851022867796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/06/mas-tenho-uma-curiosidade-imensa-pelo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/1894055851022867796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/1894055851022867796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/06/mas-tenho-uma-curiosidade-imensa-pelo.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W0QqHn-RIb8/Tfg5IVk_tvI/AAAAAAAAAtk/sUDq7Z-aYOk/s72-c/tumblr_lmlfta9hA61qbaypno1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-1767375437372617091</id><published>2011-06-12T20:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T20:46:50.699-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ll24j3OYoK1qgeetbo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="175" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ll24j3OYoK1qgeetbo1_500.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"As vezes eu não consigo dormir porque você está na minha mente, fico relembrando momentos que eu sei que nunca vão acontecer outra vez, lembro do seu sorriso, das palavras que você disse pra mim. E eu só queria ter pelo menos uma esperança que você também pensa o mesmo, e se você ainda lembra pelo menos meu nome. É pedir demais?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-1767375437372617091?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/1767375437372617091/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/06/as-vezes-eu-nao-consigo-dormir-porque.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/1767375437372617091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/1767375437372617091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/06/as-vezes-eu-nao-consigo-dormir-porque.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-3925599177828156847</id><published>2011-06-09T22:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T22:42:07.469-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MGKTiEt0MSU/TfF2aQWdDdI/AAAAAAAAAtg/8qne_8ktgHY/s1600/tumblr_lk8r0gONbw1qdwdzao1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MGKTiEt0MSU/TfF2aQWdDdI/AAAAAAAAAtg/8qne_8ktgHY/s320/tumblr_lk8r0gONbw1qdwdzao1_500_large.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-3925599177828156847?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/3925599177828156847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/3925599177828156847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/3925599177828156847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MGKTiEt0MSU/TfF2aQWdDdI/AAAAAAAAAtg/8qne_8ktgHY/s72-c/tumblr_lk8r0gONbw1qdwdzao1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-8728557552413230775</id><published>2011-06-08T16:14:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T01:19:27.944-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljbeybwaMK1qiicoqo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="136" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljbeybwaMK1qiicoqo1_500.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;O que é verdadeiro volta? Não. O que é verdadeiro não vai. O que é verdadeiro permanece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-8728557552413230775?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/8728557552413230775/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-que-e-verdadeiro-volta-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/8728557552413230775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/8728557552413230775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-que-e-verdadeiro-volta-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-7088896636195820700</id><published>2011-06-07T22:22:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T22:33:36.757-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v5NT7XEaGzU/Te7LWbVD5nI/AAAAAAAAAtc/32vXlLHvlG4/s1600/20090903131830859_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v5NT7XEaGzU/Te7LWbVD5nI/AAAAAAAAAtc/32vXlLHvlG4/s320/20090903131830859_large.png" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Ele é diferente. Ele não é só um cara. Ele te ouve como se te entendesse, fala como quem soubesse o que dizer e não diz nada muitas vezes, porque ele entende os silêncios. Ele mente pra não te chatear e não te deixa descobrir. Ele existe. Você sabe que seriam bons amigos, bons parceiros, bons inimigos, mas você prefere ser a garota dele. &amp;nbsp;E que serão importantes na história um do outro para sempre, independen&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;temente de tudo que estiver pra acontecer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Porque ele não é só um cara. Você não quer mais só um cara. E ele é tudo que você quer hoje.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1362099832786169401-7088896636195820700?l=naparededoquintal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/feeds/7088896636195820700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/06/ele-e-diferente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/7088896636195820700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1362099832786169401/posts/default/7088896636195820700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naparededoquintal.blogspot.com/2011/06/ele-e-diferente.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa ou Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648294999713844251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v5NT7XEaGzU/Te7LWbVD5nI/AAAAAAAAAtc/32vXlLHvlG4/s72-c/20090903131830859_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1362099832786169401.post-2831069172302376970</id><published>2011-06-04T17:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T17:54:52.889-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IuRfuDwQmRA/TeqbLO-OCQI/AAAAAAAAAtY/hdURNRlkIV0/s1600/tv_icon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="141" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IuRfuDwQmRA/TeqbLO-OCQI/AAAAAAAAAtY/hdURNRlkIV0/s320/tv_icon.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Quando a vida sucumbe, quando nós sucumbimos, não há ciência nem regras fortes e rápidas. 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