<?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-4831580667413027846</id><updated>2011-10-10T10:15:26.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I do believe...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-3750569470842152255</id><published>2011-07-25T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T11:45:55.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tamb5eRizx8/Ti25Xt6cDkI/AAAAAAAAAyk/ZlEoEYP_BUg/s1600/tumblr_levxm7NW4m1qa53bzo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633362526023192130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tamb5eRizx8/Ti25Xt6cDkI/AAAAAAAAAyk/ZlEoEYP_BUg/s320/tumblr_levxm7NW4m1qa53bzo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Muito bom, poder dar um tempo assim, sair um pouco da correria toda que é todo dia. Poder conhecer lugares, pessoas, conhecer melhor quem já conhecia, ou até você mesma. Muito bom, poder tirar um tempo pra aproveitar realmente, um tempo pra curtir a família, sair com os amigos, um tempinho pra viver de verdade. Sem preocupações. Muito bom, poder ter essa oportunidade de se renovar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;- Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&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/4831580667413027846-3750569470842152255?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/3750569470842152255/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=3750569470842152255' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/3750569470842152255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/3750569470842152255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2011/07/muito-bom-poder-dar-um-tempo-assim-sair.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tamb5eRizx8/Ti25Xt6cDkI/AAAAAAAAAyk/ZlEoEYP_BUg/s72-c/tumblr_levxm7NW4m1qa53bzo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-5445537722426753562</id><published>2011-06-19T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T19:26:37.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fBwUSo2qioo/Tf6vO1vesII/AAAAAAAAAyc/2GM1OoGrFe8/s1600/tumblr_ldhu8bPo4T1qfvutko1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620122054484209794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fBwUSo2qioo/Tf6vO1vesII/AAAAAAAAAyc/2GM1OoGrFe8/s320/tumblr_ldhu8bPo4T1qfvutko1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ta ficando complicado novamente, mais dessa vez parece que a coisa é um pouco mais funda. E tenho que confessar, to com medo, os dias vão passando e uma coisinha boa vai despertando dentro de mim, os sonhos vão se alimentando, e isso não é nada bom, eu sei que não é, porque afinal eu nunca faço nada, nem tento, tudo por causa do meu enorme medo de perder. Deve ser esse meu orgulho besta, que sempre me atrapalha. Bem que podia ser um pouquinho mais fácil né, custa dessa vez um dos meus pedidos se realizarem e a coisa acontecer assim naturalmente, sem eu precisar ir atrás, precisar me desgastar e ficar me corroendo por dentro. Porque por enquanto ta bom, mesmo sendo bobo, mais daqui a pouco eu sei que vai começar a doer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Line&lt;/strong&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/4831580667413027846-5445537722426753562?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/5445537722426753562/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=5445537722426753562' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/5445537722426753562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/5445537722426753562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2011/06/ta-ficando-complicado-novamente-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fBwUSo2qioo/Tf6vO1vesII/AAAAAAAAAyc/2GM1OoGrFe8/s72-c/tumblr_ldhu8bPo4T1qfvutko1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-8039169677581029824</id><published>2011-06-11T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T20:49:44.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--tozKUJmtKA/TfQ288x5lJI/AAAAAAAAAyU/44rXIs1r3l4/s1600/tumblr_ll3wwmuxLR1qbjw4uo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617175055973323922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--tozKUJmtKA/TfQ288x5lJI/AAAAAAAAAyU/44rXIs1r3l4/s320/tumblr_ll3wwmuxLR1qbjw4uo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Bem que podia ser agora, um amor novinho em folha. Mas deixa estar, que o que for pra ser vigora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Caio Fernando Abreu)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&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/4831580667413027846-8039169677581029824?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/8039169677581029824/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=8039169677581029824' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/8039169677581029824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/8039169677581029824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2011/06/bem-que-podia-ser-agora-um-amor-novinho.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--tozKUJmtKA/TfQ288x5lJI/AAAAAAAAAyU/44rXIs1r3l4/s72-c/tumblr_ll3wwmuxLR1qbjw4uo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-2675246062270043437</id><published>2011-06-04T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T17:19:48.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Querido Papai do céu, cuide de quem eu não posso cuidar, proteja quem eu não posso proteger.. agora está tudo em suas mãos.&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/4831580667413027846-2675246062270043437?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/2675246062270043437/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=2675246062270043437' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/2675246062270043437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/2675246062270043437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2011/06/querido-papai-do-ceu-cuide-de-quem-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-8113498227945582150</id><published>2011-05-24T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T13:43:14.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SgEwJ51AfaE/TdwXrNH1O0I/AAAAAAAAAyI/22fvgBGtkls/s1600/tumblr_lfa2rqO7Bb1qef5huo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610385266821118786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SgEwJ51AfaE/TdwXrNH1O0I/AAAAAAAAAyI/22fvgBGtkls/s320/tumblr_lfa2rqO7Bb1qef5huo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ei você ai, não fique ai apenas se lamentando pelo que deu errado, lembrando do que não vai mais voltar, chorando por um amor não correspondido, se torturando com o passado, ficar ai sentado se lamentando e sofrendo não vai resolver nada. Comece a agradecer, agradecer por estar vivo, por ter um lugar onde morar, algo que comer, uma família pra te amparar, por ter uma escola pra freqüentar, por ter saúde, por não estar em uma cama de hospital lutando contra alguma doença, agradeça, simplesmente agradeça. Imagine que nesse mundo existem tantas pessoas, que não tem o que comer, onde morar, crianças sem mãe e pai, gente morrendo em hospitais...&lt;br /&gt;Sai desse computador, levanta dessa cadeira, vai ligar pros seus amigos, marque de sair, vai correr, ler um bom livro, assistir uma comédia, tire um tempinho pra conversar com sua familia, mãe, pai, irmãos, ou quem você tenha, vá rir um pouco, arranje uma festa, faça loucuras, brinque, sorria, compartilhe, VIVA. Não fique ai apenas pensando nos problemas e reclamando, se torturando, dizendo que não vale a pena que não agüenta mais, você agüenta sim, todo mundo passa por coisas ruins você não está sozinho, é só não se render, não se entregar. Não adianta só ficar ai esperando a tempestade passar e o arco-iris chegar , não é assim! As coisas só mudam quando você muda, quando você passa a ver tudo de outra forma, você só vai ser feliz quando decidir ser. Você ainda vai ter muita coisa pela frente, você ainda vai quebrar a cara muitas vezes porque a vida é assim. Por isso não adianta ficar ai sentada esperando as coisas mudarem e a dor passar, porque não é assim. Você tem que aprender a viver, aprender a ser feliz. Se ame acima de tudo, se dê valor, cultive apenas aquilo que realmente vale a pena, ame sua família, porque no final são sempre eles que estão realmente com você, tenha fé, e o mais importante de tudo: sorria sempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;-Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-8113498227945582150?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/8113498227945582150/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=8113498227945582150' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/8113498227945582150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/8113498227945582150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2011/05/ei-voce-ai-nao-fique-ai-apenas-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SgEwJ51AfaE/TdwXrNH1O0I/AAAAAAAAAyI/22fvgBGtkls/s72-c/tumblr_lfa2rqO7Bb1qef5huo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-5065263572849727357</id><published>2011-05-10T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T13:14:33.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9fQPpFf2K_c/Tcmb-eQE1aI/AAAAAAAAAyA/t6ZZgVN7K2g/s1600/tumblr_lerow3KjVX1qeowd8o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605182708813976994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9fQPpFf2K_c/Tcmb-eQE1aI/AAAAAAAAAyA/t6ZZgVN7K2g/s320/tumblr_lerow3KjVX1qeowd8o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;O ruim é que eu sempre saio machucada e acabo machucando o outro. É sempre assim, faz parte de mim, é meio que inevitável. E isso simplesmente cansa, e faz doer mais ainda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;-Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-5065263572849727357?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/5065263572849727357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=5065263572849727357' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/5065263572849727357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/5065263572849727357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-ruim-e-que-eu-sempre-saio-machucada-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9fQPpFf2K_c/Tcmb-eQE1aI/AAAAAAAAAyA/t6ZZgVN7K2g/s72-c/tumblr_lerow3KjVX1qeowd8o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-8142929322708026675</id><published>2011-04-26T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T14:09:07.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kVFFxyhZVM4/Tbcz9Aub8WI/AAAAAAAAAx4/g-GSmSqJPq8/s1600/tumblr_l6mqlsoTno1qcdv2bo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600001784918307170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kVFFxyhZVM4/Tbcz9Aub8WI/AAAAAAAAAx4/g-GSmSqJPq8/s320/tumblr_l6mqlsoTno1qcdv2bo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Todo filme que vemos, toda história contada, nos implora para que esperemos a reviravolta do 3º ato. A inesperada declaração de amor. A exceção a regra. Mas, as vezes, nos focamos tanto em achar nosso final feliz, que não aprendemos a ler os sinais. Como distinguir os que nos querem e os que não? Os que ficam e os que vão embora. Talvez, esse final feliz não inclua um homem incrível. Talvez, seja você. Por conta própria. Catando os pedaços e recomeçando. Se guardando para algo melhor no futuro. Talvez o final feliz seja apenas seguir em frente. Talvez, o nosso final feliz seja fazer isto: passando pelas ligações não retornadas e os corações partidos, por todos os erros e sinais não vistos, pela dor e vergonha. Nunca perca a esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(Ele não está tão a fim de você)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-8142929322708026675?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/8142929322708026675/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=8142929322708026675' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/8142929322708026675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tHeyMKAD47M/TaDLCfRGrLI/AAAAAAAAAxw/3f67VA6F9g0/s1600/tumblr_lg0x2mttu11qei7s3o1_400_large.png"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593693980807572658 border=0 alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tHeyMKAD47M/TaDLCfRGrLI/AAAAAAAAAxw/3f67VA6F9g0/s320/tumblr_lg0x2mttu11qei7s3o1_400_large.png"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Back to december - Taylor Swift (tradução) &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=Verdana&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;Estou tão feliz que você arranjou tempo para me ver&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;Como está a vida? me diga, como está sua família?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;Não os vejo faz tempo&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;Você está tão bem, mais ocupado do que nunca&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;Conversa fiada, trabalho, o clima.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;Você levantou sua guarda e eu sei porquê&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;Porque a última vez que você me viu&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;Ainda está marcada na sua mente.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;Você me deu rosas, e eu deixei que elas morressem &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=Verdana&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Aqui estou eu engolindo o meu orgulho&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Na sua frente pedindo&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Desculpas por aquela noite&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;E eu volto para dezembro toda hora.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;Acontece que a liberdade não passa de saudades de você&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;Queria que eu tivesse percebido o que tinha quando você era meu&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;Eu voltaria para dezembro, mudaria de ideia&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;E faria tudo certo&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;Eu volto para dezembro toda hora &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;Não tenho dormido ultimamente&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;Ficando acordada relembrando de como fui embora&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;Quando seu aniversário passou,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;E eu não liguei, &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;Eu penso no verão&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;Todas as horas bonitas&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;Eu assistia você rindo do lado do passageiro&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;E eu percebi que amava você no outono&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;Depois veio o frio&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;Com os dias escuros, quando o medo se arrastou na minha mente&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Você me deu todo o seu amor,&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;E tudo o que eu lhe dei foi um Adeus &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=Verdana&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;Aqui estou eu engolindo o meu orgulho&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;Na sua frente pedindo&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;Desculpas por aquela noite&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;E eu volto para dezembro toda hora.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;Acontece que a liberdade não passa de saudades de você&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;Queria que eu tivesse percebido o que tinha quando você era meu&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Eu voltaria para dezembro, mudaria de ideia&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;E mudaria minha própria mente&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;Eu volto para dezembro toda hora &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=Verdana&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Sinto falta da sua pele bronzeada, seu doce sorriso,&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;Tão bons para mim, tão certos&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;E como você me segurou nos seus braços&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;Naquela noite de setembro&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;A primeira vez que você me viu chorar&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;Talvez isso seja pensamento positivo&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;Provavelmente meus sonhos sem fundamento&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Se nós nos amássemos de novo eu juro que te amaria certo&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;Eu voltaria no tempo e mudaria, mas não posso&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;Então se a sua porta estiver trancada, eu entendo&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;Aqui estou eu engolindo o meu orgulho&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;Na sua frente pedindo&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;Desculpas por aquela noite&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;E eu volto para dezembro&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;Acontece que a liberdade não passa de saudades de você&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Queria que eu tivesse percebido o que tinha quando você era meu&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;Eu voltaria para dezembro, mudaria de ideia&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;E fazer tudo certo&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;Eu voltaria para dezembro, mudaria de ideia&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;E mudaria minha própria mente&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;Eu volto para dezembro toda hora &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;&lt;FONT color=#999999&gt;~&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;♥&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#999999&gt;~&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=Verdana&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#999999 size=2 face=verdana&gt;#Aqui estou eu engolindo o meu orgulho e pedindo desculpas,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#999999 size=2 face=verdana&gt;eu sei que já não adianta mais,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#999999 size=2 face=verdana&gt;se eu pudesse voltaria no tempo e faria tudo certo dessa vez.#&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=2 face=verdana&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-2912960935805435419?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/2912960935805435419/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=2912960935805435419' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/2912960935805435419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/2912960935805435419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2011/04/back-to-december-taylor-swift-traducao.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tHeyMKAD47M/TaDLCfRGrLI/AAAAAAAAAxw/3f67VA6F9g0/s72-c/tumblr_lg0x2mttu11qei7s3o1_400_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-5010236025345282401</id><published>2011-04-02T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:36:57.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fzkzy_WY8fg/TZeVVeE1mZI/AAAAAAAAAxo/bDLoK48nrTs/s1600/Digitalizar0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591101658486905234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fzkzy_WY8fg/TZeVVeE1mZI/AAAAAAAAAxo/bDLoK48nrTs/s320/Digitalizar0008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Às vezes nos momentos mais inesperados eu sinto a sua falta. Sinto falta das nossas tardes inteiras de jogos de tabuleiro, das nossas brigas por termos opiniões diferentes, e até de como você ria e zombava das minhas idéias estúpidas. Sinto falta de como você alegrava os lugares e as pessoas por onde passava, das suas invenções e até de como me irritava sua mania de ser sempre o centro das atenções. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Mais a saudade aumenta ainda mais quando eu sinto sua falta no presente. Quando eu me ponho a pensar em como você seria agora, eu fico pensando o que você acharia das coisas que eu gosto, o que você falaria das coisas que eu faço e se você ainda zombaria das minhas idéias estúpidas. Eu fico tentando imaginar o que você acharia dos meus amigos, como seriam suas namoradas e se eu me daria bem com elas.Fico pensando se você continuaria com suas invenções loucas, com essa sua mania de buscar coisas novas e nunca sossegar, se você continuaria sendo o mesmo crianção de sempre. E a parte que mais dói é pensar em como seriam felizes as festas de Natal, ano novo, seus aniversários, igual eram quando você ainda estava aqui. Essa é a saudade que mais dói, não a lembrança dos nossos momentos, mais sim imaginar como estaria tudo agora se você ainda estivesse aqui com a gente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Eu nunca demonstrei o quanto você faz falta, eu sempre fingi não pensar nisso e sempre tentei encarar tudo com naturalidade, ver tudo de uma maneira positiva. Mais eu sofri sim, mesmo em silêncio, eu senti a sua perda assim como todo mundo. E de uma forma ou de outra eu penso sempre, em você, e em como era bom ter um primo assim, um melhor amigo. Mas o que não me deixa ficar triste é o fato de que onde quer que você esteja eu sei que ta olhando por todos nós, eu sei que de alguma forma você ainda esta aqui. E que mesmo indo cedo eu sempre pensei que você conseguiu cumprir sua missão, que foi trazer alegria pra vida de todas as pessoas de que você fez parte, inclusive a minha. E além de tudo isso eu tenho é um orgulho enorme de ti, porque você nunca desistiu, apesar de tudo, eu nunca te vi triste eu nunca te vi cair. E isso com certeza vai ser sempre uma inspiração. &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/4831580667413027846-5010236025345282401?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/5010236025345282401/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=5010236025345282401' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/5010236025345282401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/5010236025345282401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2011/04/as-vezes-nos-momentos-mais-inesperados.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fzkzy_WY8fg/TZeVVeE1mZI/AAAAAAAAAxo/bDLoK48nrTs/s72-c/Digitalizar0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-279807881880596979</id><published>2011-03-19T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T11:23:07.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cuzo1jNwRrA/TYTzj9Wf9vI/AAAAAAAAAxg/j3nOZkdXAeU/s1600/tumblr_ldfchh3X7Y1qf7otvo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585857236936161010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cuzo1jNwRrA/TYTzj9Wf9vI/AAAAAAAAAxg/j3nOZkdXAeU/s320/tumblr_ldfchh3X7Y1qf7otvo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;E esse aperto no peito? Essa coisa repentina, essa dorzinha que aparece do nada e eu nem sei o porque. Será que é o efeito tardio das coisas pelas quais passei? Uma seqüela dos tempos em que a dor vivia em mim? Ou apenas um pós-efeito de tanto tempo com o coração vazio? O que é, não sei ao certo, mais tenho que tomar cuidado...&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração é meio fraco, apesar da minha cabeça ser racional e forte minha mente se ilude facilmente. E isso é tão...estúpido! Mesmo sabendo como as coisas são realmente eu tenho essa mania de me iludir. Por isso tenho que me controlar, tenho que tentar burlar minha mente e meu coração, fazer eles permanecerem fixos em meus objetivos, sem cometer deslizes, porque seria muito desgastante sofrer agora. Agora que eu preciso ser mais forte que nunca, agora que meus sonhos estão tão perto.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso eu digo: “Alô coraçãozinho estúpido e mente frágil.Tenham cuidado!” É tudo o que eu peço, imploro na verdade. Não entrem onde vocês possam se arrepender depois, onde possam se machucar. Porque eu não estou afim de sofrer nesse momento, estou a fim só de coisas boas, acho que mereço,não!? Mereço minha recompensa depois de tudo o que agüentei. E não to cobrando nada não, se não quiserem pagar tudo bem, apenas não me destruam novamente, por favor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&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/4831580667413027846-279807881880596979?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/279807881880596979/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=279807881880596979' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/279807881880596979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/279807881880596979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2011/03/e-esse-aperto-no-peito-essa-coisa.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cuzo1jNwRrA/TYTzj9Wf9vI/AAAAAAAAAxg/j3nOZkdXAeU/s72-c/tumblr_ldfchh3X7Y1qf7otvo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-3932143024751434206</id><published>2011-02-22T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T11:47:57.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dQe7XQrdC4g/TWQSVXA0HoI/AAAAAAAAAxY/pE1c3q-xJrk/s1600/26764444-26764445-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576602396755500674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dQe7XQrdC4g/TWQSVXA0HoI/AAAAAAAAAxY/pE1c3q-xJrk/s320/26764444-26764445-large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Somos adolescentes, não sabemos de muita coisa. Não adianta tentar ser sábio, você ainda não é..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-3932143024751434206?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/3932143024751434206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=3932143024751434206' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/3932143024751434206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/3932143024751434206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2011/02/somos-adolescentes-nao-sabemos-de-muita.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dQe7XQrdC4g/TWQSVXA0HoI/AAAAAAAAAxY/pE1c3q-xJrk/s72-c/26764444-26764445-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-785090184945893098</id><published>2011-02-01T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T10:17:11.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TUhNZUvbTKI/AAAAAAAAAxM/xEs76xE8R2U/s1600/76594_170186526344517_100000595134154_435898_775814_n_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568786036703317154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TUhNZUvbTKI/AAAAAAAAAxM/xEs76xE8R2U/s320/76594_170186526344517_100000595134154_435898_775814_n_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Você come, você é gordo. Você não come, você é uma aberração. Você bebe, você é um alcoólatra. Você não bebe, você é um covarde. Ao ler, você é um nerd. Se você não lê, você é estúpido. Você conta um segredo, você quer ser o centro das atenções. Você não conta um segredo, você ainda está procurando chamar atenção. Você deixa alguém, você não tem sentimentos. Você não deixa alguém, você está prendendo a pessoa. Você fuma, você acha que é legal. Você não fuma, você é um perdedor. Você usa maquiagem, você é obcecada. Você não usa maquiagem, você é feia. Você não pode agradar a ninguém. Nunca.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;#LaCrudaVerdad&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/4831580667413027846-785090184945893098?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/785090184945893098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=785090184945893098' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/785090184945893098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/785090184945893098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2011/02/voce-come-voce-e-gordo.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TUhNZUvbTKI/AAAAAAAAAxM/xEs76xE8R2U/s72-c/76594_170186526344517_100000595134154_435898_775814_n_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-875575530715504893</id><published>2011-01-23T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T06:10:24.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw12iZmePI/AAAAAAAAAvc/UeLjslp6vU8/s1600/tumblr_le0cxpQ4IP1qfippxo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565382450586482930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw12iZmePI/AAAAAAAAAvc/UeLjslp6vU8/s320/tumblr_le0cxpQ4IP1qfippxo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;“… A senhora me desculpe, mas no momento não tenho muita certeza. Quer dizer, eu sei quem eu era quando acordei hoje de manhã, mas já mudei uma porção de vezes desde que isso aconteceu. (…) &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Receio que não possa me explicar&lt;/span&gt;, Dona Lagarta, porque é justamente aí que está o problema. Posso explicar uma porção de coisas, mas não posso explicar a mim mesma…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(Alice no País das Maravilhas)&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/4831580667413027846-875575530715504893?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/875575530715504893/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=875575530715504893' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/875575530715504893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/875575530715504893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2011/01/senhora-me-desculpe-mas-no-momento-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw12iZmePI/AAAAAAAAAvc/UeLjslp6vU8/s72-c/tumblr_le0cxpQ4IP1qfippxo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-7613431284851497393</id><published>2011-01-10T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T17:25:44.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TSuvuMgrl8I/AAAAAAAAAvU/RniShjm0tgI/s1600/tumblr_ldhejtIhWJ1qeban6o1_500_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560731373086152642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TSuvuMgrl8I/AAAAAAAAAvU/RniShjm0tgI/s320/tumblr_ldhejtIhWJ1qeban6o1_500_large.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conto de fadas do séc. XXI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Era uma vez uma linda moça, que perguntou a um lindo rapaz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; - Você quer se casar comigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Ele respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; -NÃO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; E a moça viveu feliz para sempre, foi viajar, fez compras, conheceu muitos outros rapazes, visitou muitos lugares, foi morar na praia, comprou um carro, mobiliou sua casa, sempre estava sorrindo e de bom humor, nunca lhe faltava nada, bebia cerveja com as amigas sempre que tinha vontade e ninguém mandava nela. O rapaz ficou barrigudo, careca, o pinto caiu, a bunda murchou, ficou sozinho e pobre, pois não se constrói nada sem uma MULHER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Luis Fernando Veríssimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;*amoo ushausuhashuausa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-7613431284851497393?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/7613431284851497393/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=7613431284851497393' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/7613431284851497393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/7613431284851497393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2011/01/conto-de-fadas-do-sec.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TSuvuMgrl8I/AAAAAAAAAvU/RniShjm0tgI/s72-c/tumblr_ldhejtIhWJ1qeban6o1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-6246296024475910793</id><published>2011-01-07T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T15:45:59.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TSek8THkyaI/AAAAAAAAAvM/he06Z6RESkM/s1600/30128_400630628691_148370928691_4389075_2274608_n_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559593620843317666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TSek8THkyaI/AAAAAAAAAvM/he06Z6RESkM/s320/30128_400630628691_148370928691_4389075_2274608_n_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você percebe que é forte quando se vê obrigado a desistir de coisas que nunca imaginou ser capaz de deixar um dia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-6246296024475910793?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/6246296024475910793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=6246296024475910793' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/6246296024475910793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/6246296024475910793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2011/01/voce-percebe-que-e-forte-quando-se-ve.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TSek8THkyaI/AAAAAAAAAvM/he06Z6RESkM/s72-c/30128_400630628691_148370928691_4389075_2274608_n_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-2212349104309072741</id><published>2011-01-03T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T17:49:47.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TSJ6hskdIUI/AAAAAAAAAu8/ZDtFLx78TmE/s1600/tumblr_l2qktynrG81qasgmlo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558139609446949186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TSJ6hskdIUI/AAAAAAAAAu8/ZDtFLx78TmE/s320/tumblr_l2qktynrG81qasgmlo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Mudanças&lt;/strong&gt;. Nós não gostamos delas.&lt;strong&gt;Nós a tememos.&lt;/strong&gt; No entando, não conseguimos evitá-las. Ou nos adaptamos às mudanças, ou somos deixados para trás. &lt;strong&gt;Crescer é doloroso.&lt;/strong&gt; Qualquer um que disser que não, está mentindo. Mas aqui vai a verdade: às vezes, quanto mais as coisas mudam, mais elas permanecem as mesmas. E às vezes, oh, às vezes mudar é bom. &lt;strong&gt;As vezes mudar é tudo&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;-Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*começando um novo ano, cheio de mudanças ♥&lt;/strong&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/4831580667413027846-2212349104309072741?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/2212349104309072741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=2212349104309072741' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/2212349104309072741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/2212349104309072741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2011/01/mudancas.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TSJ6hskdIUI/AAAAAAAAAu8/ZDtFLx78TmE/s72-c/tumblr_l2qktynrG81qasgmlo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-2767029943561779271</id><published>2010-12-31T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T05:32:37.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TR3SanOU9WI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Z6qD6wVlIAc/s1600/tumblr_ldl65qA2Qn1qccel7o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556828869892568418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TR3SanOU9WI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Z6qD6wVlIAc/s320/tumblr_ldl65qA2Qn1qccel7o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; É, hoje,&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; último dia de 2010 minha gent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;, passou voando não? Esses dias tava aqui me lembrando perfeitamente de quando esse ano começou e de todos os planos e sonhos que fiz pra ele, das coisas que tive medo, de tudo. Semana passada eu tava aqui relendo todas as menssagens do meu blog e vi a última do final do ano passado (2009) então nada mais digno do que fazer uma última menssagem digna pra esse ano de 2010 né.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; Esse ano que passou foi não só muito importante, mais também muito especial pra mim, porque eu realizei muitos dos meus sonhos, cumpri muitas das minhas metas (aquelas que agente faz todo fim de ano sabe?) e venci muitos dos meus medos. Caramba, aconteceu tanta coisa! Eu mudei de colégio (que era uma coisa que eu sempre quis), comecei o primeiro ano do ensino médio (da pra ter noção!? ENSINO MÉDIO!), fiz 15 anos (e isso sem dúvida é um marco na vida de toda garota), fiz novas e várias amizades (e pode acreditar disso eu tava precisando á muito tempo), emagreci (sim eu finalmente consegui e acho que foi minha maior conquista desse ano), conheci a Anahi (pois é a realização de um sonho), finalmente entrei na academia e to me cuidando ausaushaush, enfim esses foram apenas alguns dos GRANDES acontecimentos de 2010! Sem contar daquelas coisas simples mais super importantes que eu tive a vida inteira e que se manteve por mais esse ano, minha família, unida, com saúde e sempre me apoiando e me dando amor, óbvio que isso é o mais importante de tudo, poder passar mais um ano com eles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; E eu posso dizer que encerro esse ano orgulhosa de mim, sim porque não? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cumpri tantas metas, realizei tantos sonhos, venci tantos medos, mudei tanto.&lt;/span&gt; Pois é eu mudei, relendo meu blog semana passada eu fui ter a certeza disso, mudei bastante, em alguns aspectos a mudança foi boa, em outros nem tanto. Mas isso faz parte da vida, não é? E agora nesse ano que chega eu terei a oportunidade de reavaliar essas mudanças e mudar de novo ushaushuahs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; Enfim, isso daqui foi só meio que um balanço do que foi meu ano, não é nada bonito nem poético (afinal fazem séculos que não escrevo) mais é apenas um "desabafo" ou sei lá o quê.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;  E pra esse 2011, tudo o que eu quero é paz de espírito, muito sentimento, e que eu possa assim como em 2010 enfrentar meus medos e conseguir alcançar minhas novas metas e realizar meus tão preciosos sonhos! Eu quero muita saúde, muito amor, muita esperança, muita união e muitos, muitos momentos felizes, não apenas pra mim mais para toodas aquelas pessoas que eu amo e fazem parte da minha vida de uma forma ou de outra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; Pra finalizar quero desejar um&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; FELIZ 2011&lt;/span&gt;, e que esse novo ano que chega seja ainda mil vezes melhor do que o que passou não apenas pra mim, mais para o mundo todo. Que o mundo tenha mais paz, menos guerra e violência, mais saúde, menos gente morrendo por fome e por não ter como tratar de doenças, mais amor e menos ódio, menos inveja, mais paz de espírito e menos autodestruição, mais compaixão e menos desprezo, menos egoísmo,mais simplicidade e menos consumismo, mais &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;FÉ, ESPERANÇA E SONHOS, MAIS FELICIDADE&lt;/span&gt;, para que se construa um mundo melhor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; FELIZ ANO NOVO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&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/4831580667413027846-2767029943561779271?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/2767029943561779271/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=2767029943561779271' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/2767029943561779271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/2767029943561779271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2010/12/e-hoje-ultimo-dia-de-2010-minha-gent-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TR3SanOU9WI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Z6qD6wVlIAc/s72-c/tumblr_ldl65qA2Qn1qccel7o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-8818293453357347375</id><published>2010-12-24T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T09:40:45.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TRTWSvTkThI/AAAAAAAAAuo/WmzZfiCan8M/s1600/feliz-natal-em-ingles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554299857879191058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TRTWSvTkThI/AAAAAAAAAuo/WmzZfiCan8M/s320/feliz-natal-em-ingles.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cartinha do Papai Noel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei que você cresceu e já não acredita mais em mim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como pôde esquecer daquele tempo de criança onde a fantasia reinava?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O tempo em que você antes de se deitar, colocava seu sapatinho na janela e acordava cedinho, na esperança de encontrar o presente que lhe deixaria?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje seus sonhos são outros...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cadê a "sua" criança?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perdeu ao longo da vida?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não estará ela escondidinha no seu coração?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Procure-a ela ainda vive dentro de você!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não deixe que seus sonhos morram!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A fantasia nos faz viver, sonhar, desejar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coloque seu sapatinho na janela!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faça seu pedido!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez ele demore um pouco a se realizar mas a vida já lhe ensinou que tudo tem seu tempo e você já aprendeu a esperar, a ter paciência...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já aprendeu que seu pedido não se realizar pode já ser um grande presente, pois, nem tudo o que queremos é para o nosso bem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então, pegue seu sapatinho da esperança, coloque-o na janela do desejo e aguarde para que seus sonhos se tornem realidade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depois sorria, compreenda, dê pulos de felicidade e agradeça pelo seu presente de Natal!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E seja muito FELIZ!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Do seu amigo Papai Noel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FELIZ NATAL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&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/4831580667413027846-8818293453357347375?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/8818293453357347375/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=8818293453357347375' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/8818293453357347375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/8818293453357347375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2010/12/cartinha-do-papai-noel-sei-que-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TRTWSvTkThI/AAAAAAAAAuo/WmzZfiCan8M/s72-c/feliz-natal-em-ingles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-3483494573206203980</id><published>2010-11-24T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T05:43:15.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TO0TbmNcWVI/AAAAAAAAAuY/UN14NPIfl08/s1600/tumblr_l30ezlymmb1qb1kaao1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543108081197275474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TO0TbmNcWVI/AAAAAAAAAuY/UN14NPIfl08/s320/tumblr_l30ezlymmb1qb1kaao1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[Música]&lt;/span&gt; Tal vez - Christopher Von Uckermann &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Tradução)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Se escurece o deserto, quando o céu começa a chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;E essa lua com medo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;é o mar que não aguenta mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;E aquele garoto que chora esperando um porque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Que você pretende não olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Talvez, você não queira pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Não sei, talvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;E gente que sofre, que implora, que reza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Que morre sem justiça, ou que vive sem fé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;E outros que pisam ou matam, destroem e quiemam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;em nome de Deus, foi em nome do bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Me cansei de esperar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Me cansei de escutar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Eu não acho que deva ficar calado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Isso me dói a alma e não quero enganar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Eu sou apenas alguém que quer MUDAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Talvez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Se escurece o deserto, qando o céu começa a chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;E essa lua com medo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;É o mar que não aguenta mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Já não pense mais que não existe o perdão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Já não adianta nada jugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Talvez, você não queria pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Não sei... Talvez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-3483494573206203980?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/3483494573206203980/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=3483494573206203980' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/3483494573206203980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/3483494573206203980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2010/11/musica-tal-vez-christopher-von.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TO0TbmNcWVI/AAAAAAAAAuY/UN14NPIfl08/s72-c/tumblr_l30ezlymmb1qb1kaao1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-9085781081188669072</id><published>2010-11-06T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T19:29:24.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TNYONX8C4kI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/k255IVHZirI/s1600/2v3qz2q-e1284594743337_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536628414825554498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TNYONX8C4kI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/k255IVHZirI/s320/2v3qz2q-e1284594743337_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; "Es imposible" dijo el orgullo. "Es arriesgado" dijo la experiencia. "No tiene sentido" dijo la razón. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Intentálo"&lt;/span&gt; sussuró el corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4831580667413027846-9085781081188669072?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/9085781081188669072/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=9085781081188669072' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/9085781081188669072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/9085781081188669072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2010/11/es-imposible-dijo-el-orgullo.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TNYONX8C4kI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/k255IVHZirI/s72-c/2v3qz2q-e1284594743337_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-1846870992220016161</id><published>2010-10-23T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T09:00:56.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TMMAmlKAhfI/AAAAAAAAAuI/5pHnlKPv8OU/s1600/sonhoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531265430150219250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TMMAmlKAhfI/AAAAAAAAAuI/5pHnlKPv8OU/s320/sonhoo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nothing is impossible if you believe - (10/10/10)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eu nunca imaginei que esse dia chegaria tão rápido assim *-* Sempre sonhei em conhecê-la e sempre acreditei e tive a certeza de que iria só não imaginava quando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E de repente deu certo o universo conspirou e eu consegui! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Foi tudo tão rápido, e eu ainda paralizei na frente dela shaushuas mais foi muito mágico *-* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Mesmo eu não conseguindo me lembrar direito é um momento que vou levar pro resto da vida, o dia em que eu conheci minha Anahi essa pessoa que ilumina minha vida há tanto tempo já.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E é claro que eu tenho que agradecer muitoooo meus pais maravilhosos que sempre me apoiaram nisso e fizeram com que esse sonho fosse possível, isso é o que mais me faz feliz, ter o apoio e o amor deles sempre s2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Há momentos na vida que ficam eternizados para sempre pela emoção que os criou, e não importa de onde veio ou para onde vão, o que importa de verdade é que jamais será esquecido. ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&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/4831580667413027846-1846870992220016161?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/1846870992220016161/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=1846870992220016161' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/1846870992220016161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/1846870992220016161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2010/10/nothing-is-impossible-if-you-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TMMAmlKAhfI/AAAAAAAAAuI/5pHnlKPv8OU/s72-c/sonhoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-7381289874457865365</id><published>2010-10-01T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T19:22:56.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TKaXLJwL2SI/AAAAAAAAAt4/LCXFwD0QEuc/s1600/tumblr_kywlzcBNbL1qzqhlyo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523268210868869410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TKaXLJwL2SI/AAAAAAAAAt4/LCXFwD0QEuc/s320/tumblr_kywlzcBNbL1qzqhlyo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acordei hoje, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;com aquele velho sonho&lt;/span&gt; de viver um conto de fadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-7381289874457865365?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/7381289874457865365/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=7381289874457865365' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/7381289874457865365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/7381289874457865365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2010/10/acordei-hoje-com-aquele-velho-sonho-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TKaXLJwL2SI/AAAAAAAAAt4/LCXFwD0QEuc/s72-c/tumblr_kywlzcBNbL1qzqhlyo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-276194190912080404</id><published>2010-09-24T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T12:08:55.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TJz2bCw6rHI/AAAAAAAAAtw/LIHjF19XUdg/s1600/hippie_by_klamczucha_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520558187708329074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TJz2bCw6rHI/AAAAAAAAAtw/LIHjF19XUdg/s320/hippie_by_klamczucha_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Sobra tanta falta (O teatro mágico)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Falta tanto tempo no relógio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Quanto uma semana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sobra tanta falta de paciência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Que me desespero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sobram tantas meias-verdades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Que guardo pra mim mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sobram tantos medos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Que nem me protejo mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sobra tanto espaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dentro do abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Falta tanta coisa pra dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Que nunca consigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&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/4831580667413027846-276194190912080404?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/276194190912080404/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=276194190912080404' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/276194190912080404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/276194190912080404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2010/09/sobra-tanta-falta-o-teatro-magico-falta.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TJz2bCw6rHI/AAAAAAAAAtw/LIHjF19XUdg/s72-c/hippie_by_klamczucha_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-6817109222152308254</id><published>2010-09-03T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T20:53:45.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TIHBmw9NvsI/AAAAAAAAAto/L82hDuHga6w/s1600/tumblr_l4pd0jxrRj1qaz539o1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512900290599042754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TIHBmw9NvsI/AAAAAAAAAto/L82hDuHga6w/s320/tumblr_l4pd0jxrRj1qaz539o1_400_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cree en el sol aunque sea de noche, respira el aire aunque sea intocable, cree en Dios aunque no lo veas, tenga FE solo el sabe donde,como ,cuando y porque...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Acredite no sol mesmo que seja de noite, respire o ar mesmo que ele seja intocável, acredite em Deus mesmo que não o veja, tenha FÉ, só Ele sabe onde, como, quando e porque...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;DMES♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-6817109222152308254?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/6817109222152308254/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=6817109222152308254' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/6817109222152308254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/6817109222152308254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2010/09/cree-en-el-sol-aunque-sea-de-noche.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TIHBmw9NvsI/AAAAAAAAAto/L82hDuHga6w/s72-c/tumblr_l4pd0jxrRj1qaz539o1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-2531105541288175671</id><published>2010-08-28T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T14:01:00.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/THl31eEF73I/AAAAAAAAAtY/QhjAei6KPW0/s1600/tumblr_l2ur2jY2Ud1qzia8lo1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510567379551514482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/THl31eEF73I/AAAAAAAAAtY/QhjAei6KPW0/s320/tumblr_l2ur2jY2Ud1qzia8lo1_400_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[Música]&lt;/span&gt; Careful - Paramore &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(Tradução)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Eu me acalmei&lt;br /&gt;Um olhar de desdém distorcido&lt;br /&gt;Disfarçado em um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Bem, você nunca saberia&lt;br /&gt;Eu tinha tudo, mas não o que eu queria&lt;br /&gt;Porque a esperança, pra mim era um lugar desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;e encoberto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você faz o seu caminho para entrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;E eu resisto a você assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Você não pode me dizer para sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;A verdade nunca me libertou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Então eu fiz isso sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Você não pode mais ser tão cuidadoso&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo isso o aguarda&lt;br /&gt;Não vai se aproximar&lt;br /&gt;Você tem que chegar perto um pouco mais&lt;br /&gt;Mais, mais, mais, mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abra seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;como eu abri os meus&lt;br /&gt;É só o mundo real&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida que você jamais conheceria&lt;br /&gt;Desviando seu caminho para livrar-se da dor&lt;br /&gt;Bom, você pode ignorar&lt;br /&gt;Mas não por tanto tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você me olha como se eu tivesse feito&lt;br /&gt;Você resiste a mim assim&lt;br /&gt;Você não pode mandar eu me curar!&lt;br /&gt;E dói lembrar&lt;br /&gt;Como foi encerrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você não pode mais ser tão cuidadoso&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo isso o aguarda&lt;br /&gt;Não vai se aproximar&lt;br /&gt;Você tem que chegar um pouco mais perto&lt;br /&gt;Mais, mais, mais, mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade nunca me liberta&lt;br /&gt;A verdade nunca me liberta&lt;br /&gt;A verdade nunca me liberta&lt;br /&gt;Então eu vou fazer isso sozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥♫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&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/4831580667413027846-2531105541288175671?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/2531105541288175671/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=2531105541288175671' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/2531105541288175671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/2531105541288175671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2010/08/musica-careful-paramore-traducao-eu-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/THl31eEF73I/AAAAAAAAAtY/QhjAei6KPW0/s72-c/tumblr_l2ur2jY2Ud1qzia8lo1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-7254225277421154504</id><published>2010-08-14T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T12:13:35.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TGbp2W_6i3I/AAAAAAAAAtA/PyceukGrCpQ/s1600/tumblr_l4yc214kD31qb4ohfo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505344714602875762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TGbp2W_6i3I/AAAAAAAAAtA/PyceukGrCpQ/s320/tumblr_l4yc214kD31qb4ohfo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APRENDI...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; que amores eternos podem acabar em uma noite, que grandes amigos podem se tornar grandes inimigos, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;que o amor sozinho não tem a força que imaginei&lt;/span&gt;, que ouvir os outros é o melhor remédio e o pior veneno, que a gente nunca conhece uma pessoa de verdade, afinal, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;gastamos uma vida inteira para conhecer a nós mesmos&lt;/span&gt;, que os poucos amigos que te apóiam na queda, são muito mais fortes do que os muitos que te empurram, que o "nunca mais" nunca se cumpre, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;que o "para sempre" sempre acaba&lt;/span&gt;, que minha família com suas mil diferenças, está sempre aqui quando eu preciso, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;que ainda não inventaram nada melhor do que colo de mãe desde que o mundo é mundo&lt;/span&gt;, que vou sempre me surpreender, seja com os outros ou comigo, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;que vou cair e levantar milhões de vezes,&lt;/span&gt; e ainda não vou ter aprendido tudo.                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Willian Sheakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-7254225277421154504?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/7254225277421154504/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=7254225277421154504' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/7254225277421154504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/7254225277421154504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2010/08/aprendi.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TGbp2W_6i3I/AAAAAAAAAtA/PyceukGrCpQ/s72-c/tumblr_l4yc214kD31qb4ohfo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-267289841290850506</id><published>2010-07-16T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T09:32:18.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TECIzT9USUI/AAAAAAAAAso/fWsegxzFN00/s1600/4128244071_037b06e240_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494541960504166722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TECIzT9USUI/AAAAAAAAAso/fWsegxzFN00/s320/4128244071_037b06e240_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sinceramente não sei qual é o &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;problema&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja eu, talvez sejam os outros,&lt;br /&gt;talvez seja o mundo, talvez o MEU mundo!&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se foi eu quem sonhou demais,&lt;br /&gt;ou se são simplesmente os outros que não acreditam.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez tenha sido eu quem amou demais,&lt;br /&gt;ou os outros é que são vazios mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Ou será que sou eu que já sofri,&lt;br /&gt;e agora tenho medo,&lt;br /&gt;medos que os outros não têm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Talvez o problema sejam os outros!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mas pode ser, que os outros também&lt;br /&gt;sofram, mais calam,&lt;br /&gt;sonhem, mais não acreditem,&lt;br /&gt;amam, mas tenham medo.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eles sejam assim, igual a mim,&lt;br /&gt;e talvez eu é que não consiga enxergar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Talvez o problema seja eu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pode ser que sejam as guerras,&lt;br /&gt;as mortes, a violência, o desrespeito,&lt;br /&gt;a falta de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sim, talvez o problema seja o mundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ou pode ser que seja o amar demais,&lt;br /&gt;sonhar demais, querer demais, acreditar demais,&lt;br /&gt;a insegurança, os medos, o vazio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Talvez o problema seja o MEU mundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ou talvez, pode ser,&lt;br /&gt;que simplesmente não haja problema algum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;a vida mesmo que é imperfeita,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e nós é que ficamos tentando consertá-la,&lt;br /&gt;com tentativas frustradas, que nos levam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;a creer que há um problema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;créditos pra mim ok!?&lt;/strong&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/4831580667413027846-267289841290850506?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/267289841290850506/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=267289841290850506' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/267289841290850506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/267289841290850506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2010/07/sinceramente-nao-sei-qual-e-o-problema_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TECIzT9USUI/AAAAAAAAAso/fWsegxzFN00/s72-c/4128244071_037b06e240_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-3954215447768739015</id><published>2010-07-16T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T09:30:37.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TECFJk8ubUI/AAAAAAAAAsg/utTfP_EXPzc/s1600/4128244071_037b06e240_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494537944975699266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TECFJk8ubUI/AAAAAAAAAsg/utTfP_EXPzc/s320/4128244071_037b06e240_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sinceramente não sei qual é o &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;problema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Talvez seja eu, talvez sejam os outros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;talvez seja o mundo, talvez o MEU mundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Não sei se foi eu quem sonhou demais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ou se são simplesmente os outros que não acreditam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Talvez tenha sido eu quem amou demais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ou os outros é que são vazios mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ou será que sou eu que já sofri,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;e agora tenho medo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;medos que os outros não têm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Talvez o problema sejam os outros!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Mas pode ser, que os outros também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;sofram, mais calam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;sonhem, mais não acreditem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;amam, mas tenham medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Talvez eles sejam assim, igual a mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;e talvez eu é que não consiga enxergar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Talvez o problema seja eu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Pode ser que sejam as guerras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;as mortes, a violência, o desrespeito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;a falta de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sim, talvez o problema seja o mundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ou pode ser que seja o amar demais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;sonhar demais, querer demais, acreditar demais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;a insegurança, os medos, o vazio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Talvez o problema seja o MEU mundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ou talvez, pode ser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;que simplesmente não haja problema algum,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;a vida mesmo que é imperfeita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;e nós é que ficamos tentando consertá-la,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;com tentativas frustradas, que nos levam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;a creer que há um problema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;créditos pra mim ok!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-3954215447768739015?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/3954215447768739015/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=3954215447768739015' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/3954215447768739015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/3954215447768739015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2010/07/sinceramente-nao-sei-qual-e-o-problema.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TECFJk8ubUI/AAAAAAAAAsg/utTfP_EXPzc/s72-c/4128244071_037b06e240_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-1092970205130043310</id><published>2010-07-09T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T11:54:16.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TDdvxYjIOZI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/5yWQyQT3h1c/s1600/tumblr_l3xqz8TOa11qzcmcno1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491981164795672978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TDdvxYjIOZI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/5yWQyQT3h1c/s320/tumblr_l3xqz8TOa11qzcmcno1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt;, no one can &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;take&lt;/span&gt; that away from &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4831580667413027846-1092970205130043310?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/1092970205130043310/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=1092970205130043310' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/1092970205130043310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/1092970205130043310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-dream-no-one-can-take-that-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TDdvxYjIOZI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/5yWQyQT3h1c/s72-c/tumblr_l3xqz8TOa11qzcmcno1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-8758527742088993086</id><published>2010-06-25T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T10:33:38.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TCTnpcMn1yI/AAAAAAAAAsI/c-5o3GZA88w/s1600/tumblr_kzkz2uzuRG1qbtf12o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486764945173894946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TCTnpcMn1yI/AAAAAAAAAsI/c-5o3GZA88w/s320/tumblr_kzkz2uzuRG1qbtf12o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;O que é mais abstrato do que o amor?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ele não tem forma nem cor, mas é o que me faz parar o coração. A gente busca incessantemente essa sensação de enfartar de amor, de senti-lo pulsando e estourando nossas veias. Que outra coisa nos leva a isso? O que mais justifica todos os poemas, todas as músicas, toda a angústia e inspiração do mundo? Só ele, o amor. A pintura abstrata que muita gente já não aprecia mais. Em busca de retratos reais, a gente se joga nas cordas do comodismo, esquecendo o verdadeiro motivo de estarmos aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&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/4831580667413027846-8758527742088993086?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/8758527742088993086/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=8758527742088993086' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/8758527742088993086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/8758527742088993086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-que-e-mais-abstrato-do-que-o-amor-ele.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TCTnpcMn1yI/AAAAAAAAAsI/c-5o3GZA88w/s72-c/tumblr_kzkz2uzuRG1qbtf12o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-231096880491598186</id><published>2010-06-19T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T18:33:55.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TB1uYD6QSDI/AAAAAAAAAsA/ud122XpWzX4/s1600/tumblr_kw7lhlbWNd1qzpe8uo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484661280852690994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TB1uYD6QSDI/AAAAAAAAAsA/ud122XpWzX4/s320/tumblr_kw7lhlbWNd1qzpe8uo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já escondi um AMOR com medo de perdê-lo, já perdi um AMOR por escondê-lo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Já segurei nas mãos de alguém por medo, já tive tanto medo, ao ponto de nem sentir minhas mãos. &lt;/span&gt;Já expulsei pessoas que amava de minha vida, já me arrependi por isso. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Já passei noites chorando até pegar no sono, já fui dormir tão feliz, ao ponto de nem conseguir fechar os olhos.&lt;/span&gt;Já acreditei em amores perfeitos, já descobri que eles não existem.&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Já amei pessoas que me decepcionaram, já decepcionei pessoas que me amaram.&lt;/span&gt;Já passei horas na frente do espelho tentando descobrir quem sou, já tive tanta certeza de mim, ao ponto de querer sumir.&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Já menti e me arrependi depois, já falei a verdade e também me arrependi.&lt;/span&gt;Já fingi não dar importância às pessoas que amava, para mais tarde chorar quieta em meu canto.&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Já sorri chorando lágrimas de tristeza, já chorei de tanto rir.&lt;/span&gt;Já acreditei em pessoas que não valiam a pena, já deixei de acreditar nas que realmente valiam.Já tive crises de riso quando não podia.Já quebrei pratos, copos e vasos, de raiva.&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Já senti muita falta de alguém, mas nunca lhe disse.&lt;/span&gt;Já gritei quando deveria calar, já calei quando deveria gritar.Muitas vezes deixei de falar o que penso para agradar uns, outras vezes falei o que não pensava para magoar outros.&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Já fingi ser o que não sou para agradar uns, já fingi ser o que não sou para desagradar outros.&lt;/span&gt;Já contei piadas e mais piadas sem graça, apenas para ver um amigo feliz.Já inventei histórias com final feliz para dar esperança a quem precisava.&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Já sonhei demais, ao ponto de confundir com a realidade... &lt;/span&gt;Já tive medo do escuro, hoje no escuro "me acho, me agacho, fico ali".&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Já cai inúmeras vezes achando que não iria me reerguer, já me reergui inúmeras vezes achando que não cairia mais.&lt;/span&gt;Já liguei para quem não queria apenas para não ligar para quem realmente queria.Já corri atrás de um carro, por ele levar embora, quem eu amava.Já chamei pela mamãe no meio da noite fugindo de um pesadelo. Mas ela não apareceu e foi um pesadelo maior ainda.&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Já chamei pessoas próximas de "amigo" e descobri que não eram... Algumas pessoas nunca precisei chamar de nada e sempre foram e serão especiais para mim.&lt;/span&gt;Não me dêem fórmulas certas, porque eu não espero acertar sempre.&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Não me mostre o que esperam de mim, porque vou seguir meu coração!&lt;/span&gt;Não me façam ser o que não sou, não me convidem a ser igual, porque sinceramente sou diferente!&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Não sei amar pela metade, não sei viver de mentiras, não sei voar com os pés no chão.&lt;/span&gt;Sou sempre eu mesma, mas com certeza não serei a mesma pra SEMPRE! Gosto dos venenos mais lentos, das bebidas mais amargas, das drogas mais poderosas, das idéias mais insanas, dos pensamentos mais complexos, dos sentimentos mais fortes.Tenho um apetite voraz e os delírios mais loucos. Você pode até me empurrar de um penhasco q eu vou dizer: &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- E daí? EU ADORO VOAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(Clarice Lispector)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4831580667413027846-231096880491598186?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/231096880491598186/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=231096880491598186' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/231096880491598186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/231096880491598186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2010/06/ja-escondi-um-amor-com-medo-de-perde-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TB1uYD6QSDI/AAAAAAAAAsA/ud122XpWzX4/s72-c/tumblr_kw7lhlbWNd1qzpe8uo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-8115255131774041997</id><published>2010-06-12T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T19:44:51.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TBRETOqTMlI/AAAAAAAAArY/qZVfmHRbLFM/s1600/20090117182610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482081743560454738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TBRETOqTMlI/AAAAAAAAArY/qZVfmHRbLFM/s320/20090117182610.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who I Am - Nick Jonas (Tradução)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eu quero &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;alguém&lt;/span&gt; que me ame&lt;br /&gt;por quem eu sou&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero alguém que &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;precise&lt;/span&gt; de mim&lt;br /&gt;Isso é tão ruim?&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero uma pausa da loucura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Mas loucura é tudo o que tenho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero alguém que me ame&lt;br /&gt;por quem eu sou&lt;br /&gt;Nada faz sentido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nada mais faz sentido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nada está certo&lt;br /&gt;Nada está certo quando você vai&lt;br /&gt;Perdendo meu fôlego&lt;br /&gt;Perdendo meu direito de estar errado&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou com muito medo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Com muito medo de não ser forte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero alguém que me ame&lt;br /&gt;por quem eu sou&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero alguém que precise de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Isso é tão ruim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eu quero uma pausa da loucura&lt;br /&gt;Mas loucura é tudo o que tenho&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero alguém que me ame&lt;br /&gt;por quem eu sou&lt;br /&gt;Me sacudindo&lt;br /&gt;Para me livrar da dor&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração se parte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Meu coração se parte de novo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eu quero alguém que me ame&lt;br /&gt;por quem eu sou&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero alguém que precise de mim&lt;br /&gt;Isso é tão ruim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Eu quero uma pausa da loucura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mas loucura é tudo o que tenho&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero alguém que me ame&lt;br /&gt;por quem eu sou &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*oh como o dia dos namorados inspira uashsuashua&lt;/strong&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/4831580667413027846-8115255131774041997?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/8115255131774041997/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=8115255131774041997' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/8115255131774041997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/8115255131774041997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2010/06/who-i-am-nick-jonas-traducao-eu-quero.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TBRETOqTMlI/AAAAAAAAArY/qZVfmHRbLFM/s72-c/20090117182610.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-4350528109414144838</id><published>2010-06-04T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T19:56:53.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TAm8XtmsVmI/AAAAAAAAArQ/2b5dMkiJJtQ/s1600/bow_by_theoryNpractice_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479117537237816930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TAm8XtmsVmI/AAAAAAAAArQ/2b5dMkiJJtQ/s320/bow_by_theoryNpractice_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Minha verdade espantada é que eu sempre estive só de ti e não sabia. Agora sei: sou só. Eu e minha liberdade que não sei usar. Grande responsabilidade da solidão. Quem não é perdido não conhece a liberdade e não a ama. Quanto a mim, assumo a minha solidão. Que ás vezes se extasia como diante de fogos de artifício. Sou só e tenho que viver uma certa glória íntima que na solidão pode se tornar dor. E a dor, silêncio. Guardo o seu nome em segredo. Preciso de segredos para viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Clarice Lispector&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/4831580667413027846-4350528109414144838?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/4350528109414144838/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=4350528109414144838' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/4350528109414144838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/4350528109414144838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2010/06/minha-verdade-espantada-e-que-eu-sempre.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TAm8XtmsVmI/AAAAAAAAArQ/2b5dMkiJJtQ/s72-c/bow_by_theoryNpractice_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-7387093023890474532</id><published>2010-05-31T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T18:50:36.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TARmNiIN3kI/AAAAAAAAArI/FXPKSgAU3gA/s1600/ggframe_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477615429474967106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TARmNiIN3kI/AAAAAAAAArI/FXPKSgAU3gA/s320/ggframe_large.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para aquelas pessoas que fazem&lt;br /&gt;meu coração sorrir, para a galera que sempre esteve junto até mesmo quando eu não estava disposta, para a pessoa que eu esperava que me chutasse quando caí, e que foi uma das primeiras que me ajudou a levantar, para as pessoas que fizeram a diferença em minha vida, para as pessoas que quando olho para trás, sinto muitas saudades, para as pessoas que me aconselharam quando me senti sozinha, e me ajudaram a entender que não importa em quantos pedaços meu coração tenha se partido, pois o mundo não irá parar para que eu o conserte, para as pessoas que me deram um força quando eu não estava muito animada. Para as pessoas que amei, para as pessoas que abracei, para as pessoas que encontro apenas em meus sonhos, para as pessoas que encontro todos os dias e não tenho a chance de dizer tudo o que sinto olhando nos olhos, para mim o que importa não é o que eu tenho na vida, mas quem eu tenho na vida, por isso guardo todas as pessoas importantes da minha vida em uma caixinha dentro do meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;{&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&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/4831580667413027846-7387093023890474532?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/7387093023890474532/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=7387093023890474532' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/7387093023890474532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/7387093023890474532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2010/05/para-aquelas-pessoas-que-fazem-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TARmNiIN3kI/AAAAAAAAArI/FXPKSgAU3gA/s72-c/ggframe_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-6297618385719553527</id><published>2010-05-21T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T18:55:32.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/S_c4EjWxEoI/AAAAAAAAAqw/bK_MzzyWCUQ/s1600/Simples-Momentos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473905522953491074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/S_c4EjWxEoI/AAAAAAAAAqw/bK_MzzyWCUQ/s320/Simples-Momentos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; (Música) &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O ANJO MAIS VEHO&lt;/span&gt; - O Teatro Mágico&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;O dia &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;mente &lt;/span&gt;a cor da noite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o diamante a cor dos olhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os olhos mentem dia e noite &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;a dor da gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Enquanto houver você do outro lado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aqui do outro &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;eu consigo&lt;/span&gt; me orientar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A cena repete a cena se inverte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enchendo a minh'alma d'aquilo que outrora eu deixei de &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;acreditar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tua palavra, tua história&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tua verdade fazendo história&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E tua ausência fazendo silêncio em todo lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Metade de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora é assim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De um lado a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;poesia&lt;/span&gt;, o verbo, a saudade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do outro a luta, a força e a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;coragem&lt;/span&gt; pra chegar no fim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o fim é belo incerto... depende de como você vê&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O novo, o credo, a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;fé&lt;/span&gt; que você deposita em você e só&lt;br /&gt;Só enquanto eu respirar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou me lembrar de você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só enquanto eu respirar &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;♥♫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-6297618385719553527?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/6297618385719553527/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=6297618385719553527' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/6297618385719553527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/6297618385719553527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2010/05/musica-o-anjo-mais-veho-o-teatro-magico.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/S_c4EjWxEoI/AAAAAAAAAqw/bK_MzzyWCUQ/s72-c/Simples-Momentos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-808274371260348951</id><published>2010-05-13T13:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T13:27:59.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/S-xf_NPrPvI/AAAAAAAAAqg/TxpCXr-DoPc/s1600/2358553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470853186840116978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/S-xf_NPrPvI/AAAAAAAAAqg/TxpCXr-DoPc/s320/2358553.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não procure felicidade dentro de outro ser humano e sim dentro do seu própio coração. Muitas vezes ela está tão perto que não conseguimos enxergá-la, pois o essencial é invisível aos olhos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;{&lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4831580667413027846-808274371260348951?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/808274371260348951/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=808274371260348951' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/808274371260348951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/808274371260348951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2010/05/nao-procure-felicidade-dentro-de-outro.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/S-xf_NPrPvI/AAAAAAAAAqg/TxpCXr-DoPc/s72-c/2358553.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-5925613370525031787</id><published>2010-05-09T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T18:29:38.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/S-dfe_VNHXI/AAAAAAAAAqY/yzcxhFjLrIw/s1600/mae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469445258465844594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/S-dfe_VNHXI/AAAAAAAAAqY/yzcxhFjLrIw/s320/mae.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt; Eu tenho tanto pra lhe falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mas com palavras não sei dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Como é grande o meu amor por você...&lt;br /&gt;E não há nada pra comparar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Para poder lhe explicar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Como é grande o meu amor por você...&lt;br /&gt;Nem mesmo o céu, nem as estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nem mesmo o mar e o infinito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não é maior que o meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nem mais bonito...&lt;br /&gt;Me desespero a procurar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Alguma forma de lhe falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Como é grande o meu amor por você...&lt;br /&gt;Nunca se esqueça, nenhum segundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que eu tenho o amor maior do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Como é grande o meu amor por você ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Especialmente para minha mãe, você é a melhor do mundo pra mim mamis! E o meu amor por você é assim, tão grande que impossível de explicar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muito obrigada por tudo, pois como eu sempre falo, sem você eu não existiria, simples assim ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sei que nós discutimos as vezes, mais isso faz parte de qualquer relação, e eu quero que você saiba que te amo MUITO, mesmo com as nossas brigas suhashuahusu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espero que sejamos assim pra sempre, muito mais que mãe e filha, melhores amigas, companheiras fiéis, você é meu grande amor pra sempre mãe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TE AMO MUITO DESDE DO DIA EM QUE ESTAVA EM SUA BARRIGA ATÉ SEMPRE ♥&lt;/strong&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/4831580667413027846-5925613370525031787?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/5925613370525031787/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=5925613370525031787' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/5925613370525031787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/5925613370525031787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu-tenho-tanto-pra-lhe-falar-mas-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/S-dfe_VNHXI/AAAAAAAAAqY/yzcxhFjLrIw/s72-c/mae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-2049233452414709139</id><published>2010-05-04T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T17:22:26.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/S-C1sRmDx5I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/rt-h-R4yeO8/s1600/own.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467569719869687698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/S-C1sRmDx5I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/rt-h-R4yeO8/s320/own.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baseado em: The Only Exception - Paramore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; (Minha versão pra DyC)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando eu era pequena,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;via as coisas de uma outra forma,assim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quebravam meu coração,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e me doia muito remontá-lo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E esse foi o dia que eu prometi&lt;br /&gt;Nunca cantar sobre o amor se ele não existisse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vocês são a única exceção&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vocês são a única exceção ♫&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez eu saiba algum lugar no fundo de minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Que o amor nunca dura&lt;br /&gt;E nós temos que arranjar outros meios de seguir&lt;br /&gt;em frente sozinhos ou continuar com uma cara boa&lt;br /&gt;E eu sempre vivi assim&lt;br /&gt;Mantendo uma distância confortável&lt;br /&gt;E até agora eu jurei pra mim mesma&lt;br /&gt;Que eu era feliz com a solidão&lt;br /&gt;Porque nada disso nunca valeu o risco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas vocês são a única exceção&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vocês são a única exceção&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu tenho uma forte noção sobre a realidade&lt;br /&gt;Mas não posso deixar o que está aqui diante de mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que um dia vocês poderão ir embora&lt;br /&gt;Me deixem com alguma prova de que isso não é um sonho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vocês são a única exceção&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A única exceção&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu já levo tanto tempo acreditando nisso...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vocês são a única exceção&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEMPRE a ÚNICA exceção &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dulce&amp;amp;Christopher - My Only Exception Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* sim eu sei que esse não é meu blog Vondy =P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mais acontece que eu juntei as coisas, fiz versão de uma canção que me identifico pra eles, entendem!? tah eu sei que não usahsuashsauuhas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enfim, eu gostei e isso basta&lt;/strong&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/4831580667413027846-2049233452414709139?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/2049233452414709139/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=2049233452414709139' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/2049233452414709139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/2049233452414709139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2010/05/baseado-em-only-exception-paramore.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/S-C1sRmDx5I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/rt-h-R4yeO8/s72-c/own.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-1465335192056358111</id><published>2010-04-24T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T13:11:24.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/S9NOKLhSz9I/AAAAAAAAApU/Zq_LkbBr8eY/s1600/1218413235957_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463796709728636882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/S9NOKLhSz9I/AAAAAAAAApU/Zq_LkbBr8eY/s320/1218413235957_f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Para que criamos histórias de amor em nossas cabeças? Por que precisamos de alguma coisa para nos agarrar e acreditar fielmente? Se temos nós mesmas, não é o suficiente para que nos sintamos seguras e saibamos que existe alguém que nunca vai nos abandonar? Porque nos momentos mais tristes existe alguém que chora com você, sofre porque você sofre, entende perfeitamente bem quando você fica brava, compreende que no fundo da sua braveza há dor e não deixa você nunca sozinha. Porque nos momentos mais felizes, pula, dança, sorri e sonha com você. E nos momentos mais difíceis, quando você sente que o mundo está contra você, sabe que esse alguém vai saltar para te defender e ninguém vai te fazer mal. Esse alguém nunca vai deixar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;você sozinha, esse alguém te ama, chegou com você e irá embora com você. Esse alguém é você mesma...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;DMES♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-1465335192056358111?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/1465335192056358111/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=1465335192056358111' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/1465335192056358111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/S8DdLdnvOfI/AAAAAAAAApE/GIZv4mIpNTA/s1600/momentos1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458605937372641778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/S8DdLdnvOfI/AAAAAAAAApE/GIZv4mIpNTA/s320/momentos1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Momentos - Reik &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(tradução)&lt;/span&gt; ♫&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Já sei, a vida é um jogo&lt;br /&gt;Tem que saber perder ou ganhar&lt;br /&gt;E caminhar sem perder o solo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não deixe que nada roube a cor da sua vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;São os momentos de cada dia&lt;br /&gt;Cada minuto que se vai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Esses momentos de nossas vidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca se esquecerão&lt;br /&gt;Não os deixe passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sei que virão tristezas e medos&lt;br /&gt;E pensará que não podes continuar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mas o final, você escreve seus sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe que nada roube a cor da sua vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;São os momentos de cada dia&lt;br /&gt;Cada minuto que se vai&lt;br /&gt;Esses momentos de nossas vidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Que nunca se esquecerão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Não os deixe passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Com coração nada te deterá&lt;br /&gt;Tenha a força, não perca a paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;São os momentos de cada dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cada minuto que se vai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Esses momentos de nossas vidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Que nunca se esquecerão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não os deixe passar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;♥&lt;/strong&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/4831580667413027846-1744072407931195816?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/S8DdLdnvOfI/AAAAAAAAApE/GIZv4mIpNTA/s72-c/momentos1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-3291454886647439912</id><published>2010-03-27T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T11:43:17.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/S65OBSAxJ0I/AAAAAAAAAos/P5SURysvi2k/s1600/luna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453381982714144578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/S65OBSAxJ0I/AAAAAAAAAos/P5SURysvi2k/s320/luna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Pobre Luna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Porque tão sozinha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Branca e luminosa, mágica e bela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Porque tão sozinha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Diamante da escuridão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;valente como nenhuma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;no meio de tudo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;brilhante entre o nada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;iluminas com tua luz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;hipnotizas com tua beleza;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;és mística como a noite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;e sem ti não existe noite;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;és tão pequena e significas tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;e tu tão sozinha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;rodeada de estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;que não te dizem nada, pobre Lua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;que pensarás nas noites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Choras por aquele astro que em um mau dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;te abandonou e percorres o mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;a noite inteira, e não conseguem coincidir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Quando é de dia ele não te vê,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;e quando começa a escurecer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;quando finalmente vais encontrá-lo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;chegas tu e ele já se foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Assim é o destino... doce e cruel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Pobre Lua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;aquele senhor que nos cobre todo dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;não chegou a conhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;tua mística beleza, tua magia encantadora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;teu mistério que hipnotiza;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;está ocupado com outras coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;enquanto tu o observas dia e noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Mas não chores mais, Lua minha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;tomara minhas palavras consigam ser ouvidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;em tua crosta branca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;porque eu sei que vai chegar o dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;em que o Sol finalmente vai te ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;e vai se paralisar perante tua beleza e tua integridade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;e a noite vai se prolongar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;porque o Sol está ocupado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;vendo sua incondicional apaixonada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;que sempre esteve sozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;iluminando o mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;E é de se admirar que com tanta dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;sua luz não tenha deixado de brilhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;em nenhum momento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;e com cada lágrima que derrama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;se faz mas bonita a cada dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/S65OBSAxJ0I/AAAAAAAAAos/P5SURysvi2k/s72-c/luna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-7956912696719775173</id><published>2010-03-13T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T09:25:00.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/S5vG4zweR3I/AAAAAAAAAok/CcfqxL7f3ys/s1600-h/felicidade_bolhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448166853503240050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/S5vG4zweR3I/AAAAAAAAAok/CcfqxL7f3ys/s320/felicidade_bolhas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Q&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;uantas vezes ficamos desanimados e insastifeitos, por não estarmos felizes com o que temos!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt; Porque estamos sempre procurando algo mais, desejando sempre mais do que temos, querendo sempre algo há mais para sermos felizes, na maioria das vezes nós estamos sempre em busca da felicidade, nunca estamos 100% felizes com o que temos, com o que somos, com o presente... O que não nos damos conta é que a felicidade é feita de momentos, ela está no caminho de nossas buscas, nas coisas mais simples...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt; Um sorriso sincero, uma palavra amorosa de quem amamos, um abraço apertado, família, amigos, momentos, os mais simples momentos quando estamos com quem amamos, nos divertimos, momentos em que somos nós mesmos sem se importar com o resto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt; A felicidade é feita de momentos, das coisas mais simples, mas na maioria das vezes não nos damos conta disso, e esses momentos passam e as pessoas especiais acabam indo junto com eles, e quando nos damos conta, tudo já passou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;  Depois de tudo o que passei, comecei a perceber e dar valor as coisas mais simples e ficar feliz com essas pequenas coisas. Aprendi que a vida é da forma que você enxerga ela. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt; Por isso esteja sempre satisfeito com o que você tem, dê valor as coisas que relamente importam, os sentimentos, os momentos valiosos que você compartilha com quem ama, cante, pule, dance, curta, compartilhe, faça da sua vida colorida, antes que seja tarde demais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt; Porque &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"as vezes choramos por não conseguir ver o Sol, mas são essas mesmas lágrimas que não nos deixam ver a Lua".&lt;/strong&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/4831580667413027846-7956912696719775173?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/S5vG4zweR3I/AAAAAAAAAok/CcfqxL7f3ys/s72-c/felicidade_bolhas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-1153649205652679989</id><published>2010-03-09T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T15:10:01.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Menssagem da tia ju p/ mim (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Querida Aline!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Quero te agradecer pela linda festa, onde você reinou absoluta,&lt;br /&gt;acredite e realize,&lt;br /&gt;você encantou a todos nós, com esse seu jeito meigo de ser,&lt;br /&gt;tão linda, querida e educada, uma princesa,&lt;br /&gt;afinal chegou o grande dia, um dia de transformação,&lt;br /&gt;Esse dia vai ficar gravado na sua memória, pelo resto da vida,&lt;br /&gt;foi muito especial, para você e para nós que tanto te amamos.&lt;br /&gt;Você merece tudo de bom, o melhor, pois sabe agradecer&lt;br /&gt;o quanto a vida lhe sorri, quero que seja feliz inteiramente,&lt;br /&gt;continue buscando sempre o caminho da paz e do amor, siga&lt;br /&gt;sempre em frente sem medo de ser verdadeiramente feliz!!!&lt;br /&gt;Deus proteja e ilumine seu caminho!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;PARABÉNS!!!!!!! muita saúde, paz ,amor e sucesso!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;"Para ser feliz, esteja em paz consigo mesma, entendendo que as limitações fazem parte da vida, assim como a persistencia e a coragem."&lt;br /&gt;bjusss, de quem te ama!*********&lt;/strong&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/4831580667413027846-1153649205652679989?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' 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- Paramore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela vive num conto de fadas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algum lugar muito longe para encontrarmos&lt;br /&gt;Esqueceu o gosto e o cheiro&lt;br /&gt;Do mundo que ela deixou pra trás&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É tudo sobre a exposição&lt;br /&gt;As lentes&lt;br /&gt;Eu disse a ela que os ângulos estavam todos errados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora ela está rasgando asas de borboletas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mantenha seus pés no chão&lt;br /&gt;Quando sua cabeça está nas nuvens&lt;br /&gt;Vá pegar sua pá&lt;br /&gt;E nós cavaremos um buraco profundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para enterrar o castelo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então um dia ele a encontrou chorando&lt;br /&gt;Enroscada no chão sujo&lt;br /&gt;Seu príncipe finalmente veio para salvá-la&lt;br /&gt;E o resto você pode imaginar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas era uma armadilha e o relógio bateu meia-noite&lt;br /&gt;Bem, garanta a construção da sua casa&lt;br /&gt;Tijolo por tedioso tijolo&lt;br /&gt;Ou o lobo vai botá-la abaixo com um sopro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mantenha seus pés no chão&lt;br /&gt;Quando sua cabeça está nas nuvens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vá pegar sua pá&lt;br /&gt;E nós cavaremos um buraco profundo&lt;br /&gt;Para enterrar o castelo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você construiu um mundo de mágica&lt;br /&gt;Porque sua vida real é trágica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se não é real você não pode segurar com suas mãos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não pode sentir com seu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;E eu não acredito&lt;br /&gt;Mas se é verdade você pode ver com seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Até no escuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E é lá que eu quero estar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vá pegar sua pá&lt;br /&gt;E nós cavaremos um buraco profundo&lt;br /&gt;Para enterrar o castelo&lt;br /&gt;♫✖&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;*crisesexistenciais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-7796558383302253125?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/7796558383302253125/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=7796558383302253125' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/7796558383302253125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/7796558383302253125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2010/02/brick-by-boring-brick-traducao-paramore.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/S3mNzVBxnmI/AAAAAAAAAns/davcsdTXV7E/s72-c/ParamoreBrickByBoringBrick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-8636425072839608849</id><published>2010-02-07T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T12:05:42.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/S28aUzAa-HI/AAAAAAAAAnk/2htQpk4LE8g/s1600-h/believe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435592219851159666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/S28aUzAa-HI/AAAAAAAAAnk/2htQpk4LE8g/s320/believe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parece dificil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parece imposible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pero no hay nada que impida que un sueño pueda cumplirse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No hay nada que pueda apartarte del deseo de tu corazon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No hay nada que venza la fuerza de una ilusion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;por eso tu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu puedes ser aquello que tu quieras ser&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu puedes ser el sueño que soñaste ayer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu puedes ser la estrella que brillando ves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tu lo decides&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tu puedes ir tan alto como quieras ir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tu puedes alcanzar lo que hay dentro de ti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tu puedes ser todo eso que te hace feliz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tu lo decides&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;                                                                                 &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Parace difícil,parece impossível&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas não há nada que impessa que um sonho possa se cumprir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não há nada que possa te separar do desejo do seu coração&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não há nada que vença a força de uma ilusão,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;por isso você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você pode ser aquilo que quer ser&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você pode ser o sonho que sonhou ontem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você pode ser a estrela que vê brilhando&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você decide&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você pode ir tão alto quanto queira ir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você pode alcançar o que há dentro de ti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você pode ser tudo isso que te faz feliz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você decide&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOJE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&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/4831580667413027846-8636425072839608849?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/8636425072839608849/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=8636425072839608849' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/8636425072839608849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/8636425072839608849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2010/02/parece-dificil-parece-imposible-pero-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/S28aUzAa-HI/AAAAAAAAAnk/2htQpk4LE8g/s72-c/believe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-55288661209757899</id><published>2010-01-28T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T08:43:29.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/S2G7gvprdPI/AAAAAAAAAnE/OOamhjJku7Y/s1600-h/412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431828796807017714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/S2G7gvprdPI/AAAAAAAAAnE/OOamhjJku7Y/s320/412.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;À procura da paz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hoje não encontrei forma de estar em paz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;hoje não sei se devo dormir ou não parar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tento ser parte da sociedade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;para exercer minha liberdade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e me sinto diluída numa mesma mentira,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;no vazio que nos deixa ser apenas uma pessoa a mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Seja você mesma, procure seu mistério,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;imponha-se perante a vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marque suas idéias e nunca se entregue.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não queira ser igual ao que parece normal,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;não se engane, seja diferente, não se limite mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hoje não encontrei a felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Procuro por ela nos espaços vazios dos que pedem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;tranquilidade e só encontro decepção,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tento ser parte de uma mesma idéia, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;a mesma que dia após dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nos leva à ruína.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;DMES ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;* um pouco chateada com as "tontices" da sociedade em que vivemos, e por ter que me esforçar pra tentar ser parte dela, mesmo não gostando e julgando ridiculas certas coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;A Sociedade em que vivemos hoje é materialista e a cada dia mais só se afunda e &lt;strong&gt;nos leva à ruína&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Eis a questão, ser parte da sociedade e se sentir prezo a um mundo de falsidade, ou não ser, mas não ser aceito!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-55288661209757899?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/55288661209757899/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=55288661209757899' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/55288661209757899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/55288661209757899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2010/01/procura-da-paz-hoje-nao-encontrei-forma.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/S2G7gvprdPI/AAAAAAAAAnE/OOamhjJku7Y/s72-c/412.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-205628208974757322</id><published>2010-01-24T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T11:54:15.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/S1yitBw_2zI/AAAAAAAAAms/16N7FMB3C8s/s1600-h/foto_pegadas_na_areia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430394145153735474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/S1yitBw_2zI/AAAAAAAAAms/16N7FMB3C8s/s320/foto_pegadas_na_areia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Perder a fé é estar convencido de que isso que não está, não vai estar nunca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  A fé é uma conquista que se põe á prova todos os dias. Aquele que perde a fé, pode perder um jogo, mesmo que esteja ganhando...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Dizem que a fé move montanhas, mas uma montanha de fé move muito mais. Não há nada pior do que se dar por vencido... mesmo quando você vê tudo escuro, quando não vê a saída, quando crê que não vale a pena seguir acreditando nisso em que acreditava, continue, feche os olhos bem forte e continue, porque o segredo não é uma varinha mágica, o segredo é a fé, fé na magia...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; A fé em sua sorte pode mudar... a vida vai colocar sua fé á prova, uma e outra vez, só depende quanta fé você tenha no que quer, de quanta fé tenha em você mesmo, de quanta fé tenha na vida...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acredite.Tenha fé.Sempre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-205628208974757322?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/205628208974757322/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=205628208974757322' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/205628208974757322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/205628208974757322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2010/01/perder-fe-e-estar-convencido-de-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/S1yitBw_2zI/AAAAAAAAAms/16N7FMB3C8s/s72-c/foto_pegadas_na_areia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-3888317004857353196</id><published>2010-01-14T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:12:35.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/S09sEfIv3xI/AAAAAAAAAmU/HTB3dMVlhiE/s1600-h/nuvens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426674900338204434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/S09sEfIv3xI/AAAAAAAAAmU/HTB3dMVlhiE/s320/nuvens.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hoje eu queria estar entre as nuvens, na velocidade da nuvens, na sua fragilidade, na sua docilidade de ser e deixar ser. Livremente."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cecília Meireles&lt;/strong&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/4831580667413027846-3888317004857353196?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/3888317004857353196/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=3888317004857353196' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/3888317004857353196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/3888317004857353196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2010/01/hoje-eu-queria-estar-entre-as-nuvens-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/S09sEfIv3xI/AAAAAAAAAmU/HTB3dMVlhiE/s72-c/nuvens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-1035774711657664343</id><published>2010-01-07T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T10:07:21.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/S0YhZd0MhiI/AAAAAAAAAls/Dm6iwkFPpyc/s1600-h/liberdade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424059522598340130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/S0YhZd0MhiI/AAAAAAAAAls/Dm6iwkFPpyc/s320/liberdade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; “Ainda que eu falasse línguas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as dos homens e dos anjos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;se eu não tivesse amor,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;seria como sino ruidosoou como címbalo estridente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ainda que eu tivesse o domda profecia,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o conhecimento de todos os mistérios&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e de toda a ciência;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ainda que eu tivesse toda a fé,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a ponto de transportar montanhas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;se não tivesse o amor,eu não seria nada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ainda que eu distribuíssetodos os meus bens aos famintos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ainda que entregasseo meu corpo às chamas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;se não tivesse o amor,nada disso me adiantaria.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O amor é paciente,o amor é prestativo;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;não é invejoso, não se ostenta,não se incha de orgulho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nada faz de inconveniente,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;não procura seu próprio interesse,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;não se irrita, não guarda rancor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não se alegra com a injustiça,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas se regozija com a verdade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo desculpa, tudo crê,tudo espera, tudo suporta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O amor jamais passará.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As profecias desaparecerão,as línguas cessarão,a ciência também desaparecerá.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois o nosso conhecimento é limitado;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;limitada é também a nossa profecia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas, quando vier a perfeição,desaparecerá o que é limitado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando eu era criança,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;falava como criança,pensava como criança,raciocinava como criança.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depois que me tornei adulto,deixei o que era próprio de criança.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agora vemos como em espelho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e de maneira confusa;mas depois veremos face a face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agora o meu conhecimento é limitado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas depois conhecereicomo sou conhecido.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agora, portanto, permanecemestas três coisas:a fé, a esperança e o amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A maior delas, porém, é o amor.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(1 Coríntios, cap 13 - 1-13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*pra começar bem o ano ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-1035774711657664343?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/1035774711657664343/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=1035774711657664343' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/1035774711657664343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/1035774711657664343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2010/01/ainda-que-eu-falasse-linguas-as-dos.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/S0YhZd0MhiI/AAAAAAAAAls/Dm6iwkFPpyc/s72-c/liberdade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-8680882161383419824</id><published>2009-12-27T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T09:17:49.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SzeUMA5DJXI/AAAAAAAAAlU/c06vcAW2oSI/s1600-h/tumblr_ku9478Gys71qzw274o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419963610682303858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SzeUMA5DJXI/AAAAAAAAAlU/c06vcAW2oSI/s320/tumblr_ku9478Gys71qzw274o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Feliz olhar novo - Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"O grande barato da vida é olhar para trás e sentir orgulho da sua história.O grande lance é viver cada momento como se a receita de felicidade fosse o AQUI e o AGORA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Claro que a vida prega peças. É lógico que, por vezes, o pneu fura, chove demais..., mas, pensa só: tem graça viver sem rir de gargalhar pelo menos uma vez ao dia? Tem sentido ficar chateado durante o dia todo por causa de uma discussão na ida pro trabalho?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero viver bem! Este ano que passou foi um ano cheio. Foi cheio de coisas boas e realizações, mas também cheio de problemas e desilusões. Normal. As vezes a gente espera demais das pessoas. Normal. A grana que não veio, o amigo que decepcionou, o amor que acabou. Normal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O ano que vai entrar não vai ser diferente. Muda o ano, mas o homem é cheio de imperfeições, a natureza tem sua personalidade que nem sempre é a que a gente deseja, mas e aí? Fazer o quê? Acabar com o seu dia? Com seu bom humor? Com sua esperança?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que desejo para todos é sabedoria! E que todos saibamos transformar tudo em boa experiência! Que todos consigamos perdoar o desconhecido, o mal educado. Ele passou na sua vida. Não pode ser responsável por um dia ruim... Entender o amigo que não merece nossa melhor parte. Se ele decepcionou, passe-o para a categoria 3. Ou mude-o de classe, transforme-o em colega. Além do mais, a gente, provavelmente, também já decepcionou alguém.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O nosso desejo não se realizou? Beleza, não estava na hora, não deveria ser a melhor coisa pra esse momento: CUIDADO COM SEUS DESEJOS, ELES PODEM SE TORNAR REALIDADE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorar de dor, de solidão, de tristeza, faz parte do ser humano. Não adianta lutar contra isso. Mas se a gente se entende e permite olhar o outro e o mundo com generosidade, as coisas ficam bem diferentes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desejo para todo mundo esse olhar especial.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O ano que vai entrar pode ser um ano especial, muito legal, se entendermos nossas fragilidades e egoísmos e dermos a volta nisso. Somos fracos, mas podemos melhorar. Somos egoístas, mas podemos entender o outro. O ano que vai entrar pode ser o bicho, o máximo, maravilhoso, lindo, espetacular... ou... Pode ser puro orgulho! Depende de mim, de você! Pode ser. E que seja!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feliz olhar novo!!! Que o ano que se inicia seja do tamanho que você fizer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que a virada do ano não seja somente uma data, mas um momento para repensarmos tudo o que fizemos e que desejamos, afinal sonhos e desejos podem se tornar realidade somente se fizermos jus e acreditarmos neles!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feliz Ano Novo! ♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&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/4831580667413027846-8680882161383419824?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/8680882161383419824/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=8680882161383419824' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/8680882161383419824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/8680882161383419824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/12/feliz-olhar-novo-carlos-drummond-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SzeUMA5DJXI/AAAAAAAAAlU/c06vcAW2oSI/s72-c/tumblr_ku9478Gys71qzw274o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-4260570554644756431</id><published>2009-12-21T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T08:42:29.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E é tão dificil dizer adeus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/Sy-gXdeygtI/AAAAAAAAAk8/CuIdUHfPbCY/s1600-h/76267787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417725201661199058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/Sy-gXdeygtI/AAAAAAAAAk8/CuIdUHfPbCY/s320/76267787.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Dizer adeus, algumas pessoas me chamarem de persimista por definir assim, mas acontece que acho que tenho razão, porque não é dizer adeus apenas pros seus amigos, pras pessoas que você gosta, é dizer adeus para o colégio que você estudou durante 8 anos, é dizer adeus a todas as pessoas e coisas que passaram pela sua vida durante esse tempo, desde dos professores, até os funcionários da limpeza, é dizer adeus até a quem você não gosta, ou a quem você gosta, mais sabe que não vai voltar a encontrar mais, é dizer adeus a toda uma etapa, uma fase da sua vida, &lt;em&gt;por isso pra mim é tão dificil dizer adeus (...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;É claro que tem pessoas que tenho certeza que eu nunca direi adeus, que farei de tudo pra coninuar vendo sempre, e sempre estarão presentes de uma forma ou de outra em minha vida. Agora tem outras que por mais que eu queria não tem como, a vida vai levando pra outros caminhos, e sempre acabamos tendo que nos despedir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sábado na "formatura" eu olhava pra cada rosto pensando que provavelmente a maioria deles eu nunca mais chegaria a ver, a não ser anos mais tarde numa dessas surpresas da vida! Por isso tentei memorizar e me despedir de certa forma de cada um, de cada guardar algo, pra um dia eu poder contar para os meus (filhos, sobrinhos, ou o que for) sobre essas pessoas tão importantes que dividiram essa fase da vida comigo, lógico que tem aqueles que lembrarei mais, outros menos, mais todos, todos, ficaram pra sempre em mim, até as pessoas que não gostava, ou aquelas que por certos motivos acabaram se afastando de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;É tão dificil pra mim, tão dificil expressar tudo aqui, são tantas emoções! ushuashuauhsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Bom, primeiro eu estou orgulhosa e feliz por ter concluido essa etapa da minha vida, é bom poder ver tudo o que eu passei e vivi pra chegar até aqui. Também estou com medo, mais esperançosa com relação ao futuro, tudo novo, por um lado é bom, por outro não. Também estou muito triste, pois é cum ciclo que estou encerrando, amigos que estou me separando, pessoas que estou deixando. Mas também infinitamente agradecida a todas as pessoas que compartilharam minha caminhada até aqui. OBRIGADA de coração a todos, a toda a minha familia, que é a minha base, e que sem eles eu nada seria, a todas as minha amigas barangas por compartilharem comigo os melhores e piores momentos sempre, aos professores, por me ensinarem, e ajudarem a formar boa parte do que eu sou como pessoa, enfim muita obrigada a todas e qualquer pessoa que fez parte da minha vida até aqui e que me ajudou de alguma forma ou simplesmente esteve presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Eu sei, se to saindo da oitava série e já fazendo um discurso dramático desse imagine quando for pra faculdade né!? usaususuahs Mas esses são meus sentimentos e eu preciso de alguma forma colocá-los pra fora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Pra terminar: Famílias, barangas, amigos, todos, todos, até o colégio aplicação que eu sempre odiei, amooo muito todos e tudo isso! &lt;strong&gt;Obrigada por tudo ♥&lt;br /&gt;ASS:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Alguém extremamente deprê e emocionada por viver um dia com muitas emoções ushauhsasu =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Despedida do colégio + Um ano de fim do rbd + Dia Vondy + Final de ano + Clima Natalino + Ver que sou querida por tantas pessoas que eu nem imaginava = Essa pessoa extremamente emocionada Aline Fernanda usahshhsuusa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-4260570554644756431?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/4260570554644756431/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=4260570554644756431' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/4260570554644756431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/4260570554644756431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-e-tao-dificil-dizer-adeus.html' title='E é tão dificil dizer adeus...'/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/Sy-gXdeygtI/AAAAAAAAAk8/CuIdUHfPbCY/s72-c/76267787.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-6751756075352979391</id><published>2009-12-10T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T11:44:28.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SyFM4FXh6tI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zZjcDGQF2pQ/s1600-h/sv-amor-e-musica-lee-s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413692753473301202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SyFM4FXh6tI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zZjcDGQF2pQ/s320/sv-amor-e-musica-lee-s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; Estoy aprendiendo a amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estoy aprendiendo a escuchar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Escuchar con los ojos y oídos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A escuchar con el alma y con todos los sentidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Escuchar lo que dice el corazón, lo que dicen los hombros caídos, los ojos, las manos inquietas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Escuchar el mensaje que se esconde por entre las palabras vanas, superficiales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Descubrir la angustia disfrazada, La inseguridad mascarada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;la soledad encubierta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estoy aprendiendo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;¡Pero cómo es de lento el aprendizaje!,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;¡Cómo es difícil amar, amar como Cristo amó!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Todavía, tropezando, errando, estoy aprendiendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aprendiendo a no ver solamente ...mis propios dolores, mis intereses, mi ambición, mi orgullo, cuando estos impiden el bienestar y la felicidad de alguien !&lt;br /&gt;¡¡Cómo es difícil amar, pero estoy aprendiendo!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estou aprendendo a amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estou aprendendo a escutar. Escutar com os olhos e ouvidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A escutar com a alma e com todos os sentidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Escutar o que diz o coração, o que dizem os ombros caidos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;os olhos, as mãos inquietas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Escutar a menssagem que se esconde entre as palavras vãs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;superficiais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Descobrir a angustia disfarçada, a insegurança mascarada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;a solidão encoberta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estou aprendendo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas como é lenta a aprendizagem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Como é dificil amar, amar como Cristo amou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Todavia, tropeçando, errando, estou aprendendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aprendendo a não ver somente... as minhas própias dores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;meus interesses, minha ambição, meu orgulho, quando estes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;impedem o bem estar e a felicidade de alguém!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Como é dificil amar, mas eu estou aprendendo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&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/4831580667413027846-6751756075352979391?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/6751756075352979391/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=6751756075352979391' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/6751756075352979391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/6751756075352979391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/12/estoy-aprendiendo-amar.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SyFM4FXh6tI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zZjcDGQF2pQ/s72-c/sv-amor-e-musica-lee-s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-2606788653077727291</id><published>2009-11-29T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T11:37:04.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SxLLzS7BgBI/AAAAAAAAAj8/JugcWo-J6iY/s1600/CORACAO%2520na%2520praia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409610184538554386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SxLLzS7BgBI/AAAAAAAAAj8/JugcWo-J6iY/s320/CORACAO%2520na%2520praia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Una caja del tiempo (Uma caixa do tempo)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Queria ter uma caixa do tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;onde todos os momentos fossem eternos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;e não etéreos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Queria que os momentos mágicos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;não fossem embora jamais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Será que a magia sempre acaba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quero entender por que será&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;que na vida nada permanece igual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Por que você vai embora? Por que eu vou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Será que algum dia vou voltar a encontrar você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Queria encontrar o remédio perfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;para não sentir saudades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;saber que a vida nos dá momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;inesquecíveis para guardar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Queria que esses momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;não fossem embora jamais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ou poder fazer o tempo voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;para começar de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quero entender por que será&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;que na vida nada permanece igual...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DM ♥&lt;/strong&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/4831580667413027846-2606788653077727291?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/2606788653077727291/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=2606788653077727291' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/2606788653077727291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/2606788653077727291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/11/una-caja-del-tiempo-uma-caixa-do-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SxLLzS7BgBI/AAAAAAAAAj8/JugcWo-J6iY/s72-c/CORACAO%2520na%2520praia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-3305446381459391275</id><published>2009-11-01T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T09:09:45.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/Su2_PVlFGbI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Lm1ptwFN5OM/s1600-h/ESPERA~1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399181798498703794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/Su2_PVlFGbI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Lm1ptwFN5OM/s320/ESPERA~1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Música - Espero a minha vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;(Nx Zero)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Se o medo e a cobrança, tiram minha esperança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Tento me lembrar, de tudo que vivi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;E o que tem por dentro, ninguém pode roubar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Descanço agora, pois os dias ruins, todo mundo tem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Já jurei pra mim, não desanimar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;E não ter mais pressa, pois sei que o mundo vai girar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;O mundo vai girar, eu espero a minha vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;O suor e o cansaço fazem parte dos meus passos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;O que nunca esqueci é de onde vim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;E o que tem por dentro, ninguém pode roubar.&lt;br /&gt;Descanço agora, pois os dias ruins, todo mundo tem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Já jurei pra mim, não desanimar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;E não ter mais pressa, pois que o mundo vai girar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;O mundo vai girar, e eu espero a minha vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;E eu não to aqui pra dizer o que é certo e errado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ninguém tá aqui pra viver em vão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Então é bom valer a pena, então é pra valer a pena, ou melhor não.&lt;br /&gt;Os dias ruins todo mundo tem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Já jurei pra mim, não desanimar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;E não ter mais pressa, pois sei que o mundo vai girar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;O mundo vai girar, e eu espero a minha vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez Deus tenha um plano pra mim, bem maior do que sonhei, deve estar escrito em algum lugar... &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/4831580667413027846-3305446381459391275?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/3305446381459391275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=3305446381459391275' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/3305446381459391275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/3305446381459391275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/11/musica-espero-minha-vez-nx-zero-se-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/Su2_PVlFGbI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Lm1ptwFN5OM/s72-c/ESPERA~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-393145813885467309</id><published>2009-10-24T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T15:19:25.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SuN5WEg3xCI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-VNwN4hU5ow/s1600-h/aswd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396290198595683362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SuN5WEg3xCI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-VNwN4hU5ow/s320/aswd.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robert H. Goddard escreveu: "é difícil dizer que é impossível, porque o sonho de ontem é a espeança de hoje e a realidade de amanhã". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De fato, é impossível acreditar no impossível, porque uma vez que você acredita nisso já não é impossível.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ver para creer"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas a verdade é que, o fato de não podermos vê-lo, não significa que não esteja aí.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A maioria das pessoas querem ver primeiro os fatos antes de poder acreditar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nossa crença na possibilidade de algo determina a probabilidade de que isso ocorra. Se você acredita que algo é impossível, então quase com segurança é.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando declaramos que algo é impossível só estamos dizendo que está mais além da nossa imaginação; mas porque desanimar a outra pessoa e arriscar colocar obstáculos em seu caminho só porque nós não acreditamos?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acreditar vem primeiro; ver é uma provável consequência.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yossi Ives.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'No esperes ver para creer, hay que creer para ver' ♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Crea! Entonces verá &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-393145813885467309?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/393145813885467309/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=393145813885467309' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/393145813885467309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/393145813885467309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/10/robert-h.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SuN5WEg3xCI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-VNwN4hU5ow/s72-c/aswd.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-388455899738066690</id><published>2009-10-17T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T09:25:27.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/StnvVJsVUmI/AAAAAAAAAiE/x7sySPe6shU/s1600-h/dulce16yl9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393605175411036770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/StnvVJsVUmI/AAAAAAAAAiE/x7sySPe6shU/s320/dulce16yl9.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PENSAMENTO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Quando você está triste… não está só, tem a companhia de suas lágrimas que limpam sua alma e ao cair te dão o carinho que precisava, quando você sente que seu peito dói pela dor, sorria e tranquilize-se pois você está vivo, está a salvo, e sentir é parte da vida. Alguém disse que as estrelas sempre precisam de uma explosão interior antes de começar a brilhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by:DMES ♥&lt;/strong&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/4831580667413027846-388455899738066690?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/388455899738066690/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=388455899738066690' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/388455899738066690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/388455899738066690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/10/pensamento-quando-voce-esta-triste-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/StnvVJsVUmI/AAAAAAAAAiE/x7sySPe6shU/s72-c/dulce16yl9.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-3703233028422326550</id><published>2009-10-12T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T16:26:22.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/StO2P9x6GjI/AAAAAAAAAh0/oBgb86XEmJM/s1600-h/child_globe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391853564290800178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/StO2P9x6GjI/AAAAAAAAAh0/oBgb86XEmJM/s320/child_globe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quando eu era criança, eu brincava de...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; Barbie, de ser professora dando aula para as minhas bonecas, de fingir que eu era algum personagem que gostava, de esconde-esconde, pega-pega, ixe mta coisa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quando eu era criança, eu usava...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;um monte de roupa nada a ver que eu mesma colocava, tdo uma por cima da outra, coisas da mônica e da chiquititas huahua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quando eu era criança, eu gostava.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/strong&gt; de ir pra escola, brincar, dançar, cantar, de almoçar na minha vó pq amava a comida dela/ainda amo, e de quando minhas primas e minha madrinha vinham pra Londrina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quando eu era criança, eu odiava...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Papai Noel, festa junina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quando eu era criança, eu acreditava...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; em Papai Noel e coelinho da páscoa e que as coisas que eu via nos programas que eu gostava era de verdade, e quando eu era bem pequena achava que as pessoas que cantavam nos meus CD'S ficavam dentro da caixa de som rsrsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quando eu era criança, eu tinha medo de...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Papai Noel, filme de terror e de ficar sozinha pois achava que eu ia ver coisas que não existiam (olha que loca haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quando eu era criança, eu tinha vontade de...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; estar sempre com meus pais e de nunca crescer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quando eu era criança, eu queria ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; professora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quando eu era criança, eu cantava...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Xuxa, Chiquititas, Sandy&amp;amp;Junior, Rouge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quando eu era criança, eu assistia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Xuxa, Chiquititas, Tv Globinho (Quando passava Bambuluá/amava), série de Sandy&amp;amp;Junior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quando eu era criança, eu comia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; chocolate (mtoo sonho de valsa), bolacha e um monte de besteira!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FELIZ &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;DIA DAS&lt;/span&gt; CRIANÇAS! &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Porque todos nós temos uma criança dentro da gente, nunca deixe sua criança interior morrer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-3703233028422326550?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/3703233028422326550/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=3703233028422326550' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/3703233028422326550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/3703233028422326550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/10/quando-eu-era-crianca-eu-brincava-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/StO2P9x6GjI/AAAAAAAAAh0/oBgb86XEmJM/s72-c/child_globe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-2581284898072835963</id><published>2009-10-07T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T13:59:48.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/Ssz9JyumQKI/AAAAAAAAAhU/WdS3426miHM/s1600-h/feliz_aniversario.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389961198733508770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/Ssz9JyumQKI/AAAAAAAAAhU/WdS3426miHM/s320/feliz_aniversario.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parabéns, parabéns! Hoje é o seu dia, que dia mais FELIZ! (hahaha mais uma vez essa musiquinha pra vc pai =D)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feliz aniversário pai!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Como eu disse pra mamis, e vale pra vc também...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Qualquer coisa que eu te dissese hoje não seria o suficiente pra demonstrar todo o amor que eu sinto por você, nem tudo o que você representa na minha vida, sem você eu simplesmente não existiria, não seria ninguém, simples assim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;PAI, do fundo do meu coração eu te desejo tudooo de bom, as melhores coisas, muita felicidade, muitaa saúde, muito amor e muitos sonhos, o resto agente corre atrás né rsrsrs e que você continue sendo esse pai gatão (como vc diz) por muitosss anos mais hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu te admiro muito, como sempre te digo, você é uma das pessoas que eu mais admiro no mundo, sempre foi assim e tenho certeza de que sempre será.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Agradeço a Deus todos os dias por ter um pai assim como você, assim como agradeço pela família maravilhosa que tenho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Muito obrigada por tudo, obrigada por simplesmente existir e estar sempre presente em minha vida, você é uma das pessoas em que eu encontro mais forças para seguir em frente sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Te desejo tudo do bom e do melhor porque você merece!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;TE AMO &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;FELIZ ANIVERSÁRIO&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;*é pouca coisa, mais é de coração daddy♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-2581284898072835963?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/2581284898072835963/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=2581284898072835963' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/2581284898072835963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/2581284898072835963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/10/parabens-parabens-hoje-e-o-seu-dia-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/Ssz9JyumQKI/AAAAAAAAAhU/WdS3426miHM/s72-c/feliz_aniversario.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-843357108800911063</id><published>2009-10-03T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T19:11:45.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SsgCPHEgQTI/AAAAAAAAAg0/dMRWHVOIMMI/s1600-h/026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388559412768031026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SsgCPHEgQTI/AAAAAAAAAg0/dMRWHVOIMMI/s320/026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; " É melhor tentar e falhar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que se preocupar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e ver a vida passar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É melhor tentar ainda em vão,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que se sentar fazendo nada até o final.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu prefiro na chuva caminhar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que em dias tristes em casa me esconder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prefiro ser feliz, embora louca,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que em conformidade viver."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; {&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Martin Luther King)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;*roubei do blog da tia ju hahaha&lt;br /&gt;amei, me identifico,hm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-843357108800911063?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/843357108800911063/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=843357108800911063' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/843357108800911063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/843357108800911063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-melhor-tentar-e-falhar-que-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SsgCPHEgQTI/AAAAAAAAAg0/dMRWHVOIMMI/s72-c/026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-2521027207578861589</id><published>2009-09-27T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T17:27:52.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/Sr__1IMiWvI/AAAAAAAAAgs/QrOO5WlbU3Q/s1600-h/cartao_mae5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386304967556618994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/Sr__1IMiWvI/AAAAAAAAAgs/QrOO5WlbU3Q/s320/cartao_mae5.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Feliz Aniversário mamis&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu não sei bem o que te dizer, não sou mtu boa pra essas coisas rsrs, mais vamos lá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Qualquer coisa que eu te dissese hoje não seria o suficiente pra demonstrar todo o amor que eu sinto por você, nem tudo o que você representa na minha vida, sem você eu simplesmente não existiria, não seria ninguém, simples assim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Te desejo TUDOOOO de bom, porque você merece, muita saúde, paz, muitooo amor, muitos sonhos para ir atrás e realizar, e muita força pra enfrentar todos os obstáculos que a vida colocar no seu caminho, e que você seja MUITO e SEMPRE feliz, porque você merece muitooo, por ser essa pessoa maravilhosa que é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu te admiro mãe, te admiro por você ser essa pessoa tão boa e espontânea que é, por ter esse seu coração enorme e bom, onde tem lugar pra todo mundo e que quer sempre o bem de todos a sua volta, admiro muito isso em você =) Você sempre diz que queria ser mais forte e firme assim como eu, mais você não sabe o quanto eu me esforço pra ser simples e bondosa assim como você rsrsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Muito obrigada por tudo mamis, muito obrigada por não ser apenas uma mãe, por ser minha amiga, por ser aquela que está sempre pronta pra me ouvir, e que entende perfeitamente minhas loucuras e meus estados de humor e não critíca nada disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Te amo muitoooo e te desejo tudoo de bom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;MUITA, MUITA, MUITA FELICIDADE PRA VOCÊ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;E lembre-se do que eu te disse hoje: não fique triste por estar ficando mais velha, mas sim agradeça por mais um ano de vida =D e seja feliz sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Te amo &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; Feliz Aniversário!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;No pares nunca de soñar &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ps: é tudo simples, mais é de coração viu mamadi ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-2521027207578861589?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/2521027207578861589/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=2521027207578861589' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/2521027207578861589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/2521027207578861589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/09/feliz-aniversario-mamis-eu-nao-sei-bem.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/Sr__1IMiWvI/AAAAAAAAAgs/QrOO5WlbU3Q/s72-c/cartao_mae5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-2890993325385870074</id><published>2009-09-26T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T12:43:32.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/Sr5tjaSHWrI/AAAAAAAAAf0/a1tbu4rdEhc/s1600-h/130945866.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385862659499842226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/Sr5tjaSHWrI/AAAAAAAAAf0/a1tbu4rdEhc/s320/130945866.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;Mesmo que a vida siga, mesmo que o mundo gire e não se detenha, as marcas que as pessoas deixaram em você nunca se irão, porque te ensinaram algo. E as marcas que você deixar nas pessoas procure que sejam postivas, para que, mesmo que seja muito dentro delas, tenham uma boa história&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By: DMES &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4831580667413027846-2890993325385870074?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/2890993325385870074/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=2890993325385870074' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/2890993325385870074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/2890993325385870074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/09/mesmo-que-vida-siga-mesmo-que-o-mundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/Sr5tjaSHWrI/AAAAAAAAAf0/a1tbu4rdEhc/s72-c/130945866.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-734496144547361653</id><published>2009-09-18T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T18:27:15.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SrQw33eHrII/AAAAAAAAAfc/VqXrW-yzj58/s1600-h/FamilyStudies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382981190955805826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SrQw33eHrII/AAAAAAAAAfc/VqXrW-yzj58/s320/FamilyStudies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Oração da Família (João Paulo II)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ò Deus de quem procede toda paternidade no céu e na terra, Pai, que és Amor e Vida, faze que cada família humana sobre a terra se converta, por meio do teu filho, Jesus Cristo, "nascido de mulher", e mediante o Espírito Santo, fonte de caridade divina, em verdadeiro santuário da vida e do amor para que as gerações se renovam. Faze que tua graça guie os pensamentos e as obras dos esposos para o bem de suas famílias e de todas as famílias do mundo. Faze que as jovens gerações encontrem na família um forte apoio para sua humanidade e seu crescimento, na verdade e no amor. Faze, finalmente, te pedimos por intercessão da Sagrada Família de Nazaré, que a igreja em todas as nações da Terra possa cumprir frutiferamente sua missão na família e por meio da família.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Tu que és a vida e o amor, na unidade do Espírito Santo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Amém!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*minha família, minha base, meu tudo&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; necessitada de dizer o quanto é importante pra mim&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-734496144547361653?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/734496144547361653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=734496144547361653' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/734496144547361653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/734496144547361653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/09/oracao-da-familia-joao-paulo-ii-o-deus.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SrQw33eHrII/AAAAAAAAAfc/VqXrW-yzj58/s72-c/FamilyStudies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-1395309051964747235</id><published>2009-09-07T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T08:25:05.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SqUi3i2NliI/AAAAAAAAAeU/-rAMALCVRq0/s1600-h/1157499217fet1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378743667606263330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SqUi3i2NliI/AAAAAAAAAeU/-rAMALCVRq0/s320/1157499217fet1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;       &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;De onde você nasceu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;         &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;De um olhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;        &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Quem te gerou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;        &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Um sorriso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;       &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; Qual é sua cama?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;       &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Um coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;        &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; E sua luz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;       &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Será a vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; O que você pensa em fazer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Jogar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;      &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Como?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Fazendo sofrer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;      &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; A quem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;       &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A um homem e a uma mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;      &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; Até quando?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;       &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Até morrer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;       &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Qual é seu nome?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;      &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;  ...e seu sobrenome?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;    Dor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;        &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; Quem é você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;         &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sou o amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;- é o q tah escrito no quadrinho de cima mais eu traduzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;achei tão bonitinho *-* /medeixa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;e tão verdade também own &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-1395309051964747235?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/1395309051964747235/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=1395309051964747235' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/1395309051964747235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/1395309051964747235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/09/de-onde-voce-nasceu-de-um-olhar.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SqUi3i2NliI/AAAAAAAAAeU/-rAMALCVRq0/s72-c/1157499217fet1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-847188243510803420</id><published>2009-09-03T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T07:52:54.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/Sp_UqoQbhVI/AAAAAAAAAd0/IVlStjAt0r8/s1600-h/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bl_09b9ca78a75893a36887ab136f93.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377250308929586514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/Sp_UqoQbhVI/AAAAAAAAAd0/IVlStjAt0r8/s320/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bl_09b9ca78a75893a36887ab136f93.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;' E pensar que esse é o último segundo que alguém vê a luz do dia, que alguém abraça aos seus seres queridos, a última vez que alguém prova da sua fruta favorita, a última vez que se olha no espelho, a última vez que olhou nos olhos de alguém que ama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Somos tantos milhões de seres humanos que caminhamos sem conciência... como se fossemos eternos.. e não nos damos conta da fragilidade de nossa vida, o que sabemos é que cada segundo é um presente e tantas vezes o desperdiçamos com coisas tão banais, ou irritados, ou tristes por coisas que tem remédio...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Como você quer viver sua vida?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Com quem você quer ir? O que você quer levar até o final do caminho? Você ESCOLHE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; by: DM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;* agente parando pra pensar assim dá uma dorzinha no core ♥ tipo, imagina quanta gente não tah morrendo agora, nesse exato minuto, ou como disse minha dud quanta gente tah vendo o Sol pela última vez, tah fazendo algo que gosta pela última vez... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;sim é triste parar e pensar assim, mais as vezes é preciso para nos darmos conta de que cada segundo que vivemos é único e pode ser o último! as vezes é bom agente parar e pensar assim para pararmos de desperdiçar esses tão valiosos segundos com coisas tão sem importância, ou com coisas que só machucam a nós mesmos e ficarmos nos lamentando enquanto, talvez, provavelmente, no outro lado do mundo alguém possa estar lutando para continuar vivendo, ou vivendo seus últimos segundos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;- reflita ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-847188243510803420?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/847188243510803420/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=847188243510803420' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/847188243510803420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/847188243510803420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-pensar-que-esse-e-o-ultimo-segundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/Sp_UqoQbhVI/AAAAAAAAAd0/IVlStjAt0r8/s72-c/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bl_09b9ca78a75893a36887ab136f93.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-4149693378329364779</id><published>2009-09-01T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T08:19:46.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/Sp060q8MAUI/AAAAAAAAAds/KYDuKCMdY1Q/s1600-h/laurinhabb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376518206704582978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/Sp060q8MAUI/AAAAAAAAAds/KYDuKCMdY1Q/s320/laurinhabb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; O que faz você &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;FELIZ&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*refletindo para começar bem o mês!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;laurinha ♥ oin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-4149693378329364779?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/4149693378329364779/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=4149693378329364779' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/4149693378329364779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/4149693378329364779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-que-faz-voce-feliz-refletindo-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/Sp060q8MAUI/AAAAAAAAAds/KYDuKCMdY1Q/s72-c/laurinhabb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-668062189045616283</id><published>2009-08-26T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T06:37:17.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SpU3Dh_rtzI/AAAAAAAAAc0/deTb0qmRefs/s1600-h/flavioapohl_200901114558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374262264141166386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SpU3Dh_rtzI/AAAAAAAAAc0/deTb0qmRefs/s320/flavioapohl_200901114558.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La vida que Dios me ha dado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;es lo más grande que tengo; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;por ella sigo soñando,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;por ella sigo sintiendo... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y todo vale la pena&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se aprende a vivir viviendo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que el cielo no está tan lejos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;si lo buscamos aquí...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que la vida vale la pena,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que a pesar de todos los males &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;la vida es buena, la vida es buena...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Los caminos de este mundo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;son tantos como queremos... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A veces lo que elegimos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;es más de lo que podemos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y aunque nos equivoquemos vale la pena intentarlo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque no hay camino &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;si no lo buscamos... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;{&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vida que Deus me deu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é a coisa mais valiosa que tenho;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;por ela eu sigo sonhando,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;por ela sigo sentindo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E todo vale a pena&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se aprende a viver vivendo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que o céu não está tão longe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se o buscamos aqui...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que a vida vale a pena,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que apesar de todos os males&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a vida é boa, a vida é boa...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os caminhos deste mundo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;são tantos como queremos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As vezes o que elegemos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é mais do que podemos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e mesmo que nos equivoquemos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vale a pena tentar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque não há caminho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se não o buscamos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;tradução feita por mim =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&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/4831580667413027846-668062189045616283?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SpU3Dh_rtzI/AAAAAAAAAc0/deTb0qmRefs/s72-c/flavioapohl_200901114558.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-8619534339868212132</id><published>2009-08-22T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T08:47:41.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SpAQzBRS9lI/AAAAAAAAAcc/OmophhMBgKA/s1600-h/amizade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372812824153355858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SpAQzBRS9lI/AAAAAAAAAcc/OmophhMBgKA/s320/amizade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que um amigo pode?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Eu não posso acabar com todos os seus problemas, dúvidas ou medos,mas eu posso ouvir você e &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;juntos&lt;/span&gt; podemos procurar soluções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu não posso apagar as mágoas e as dores do seu passado nem posso decidir qual será o seu futuro, mas no presente eu posso &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;estar com você&lt;/span&gt; se precisar de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu não posso impedir que você leve tombos, mas posso &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;oferecer minha mão&lt;/span&gt; para você agarrar e levantar-se. Suas alegrias, triunfos, sucessos e felicidades não me pertencem,mas seus risos e sorrisos fazem parte dos &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;meus maiores bens&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Não é de minha alçada tomar decisões por você, nem posso julgar as decisões que você toma, mas &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;eu posso apoiar&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;encorajar&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ajudar&lt;/span&gt; se me pedir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu não posso traçar ou impor-lhe limites, mas posso apontar-lhe caminhos alternativos, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;procurar com&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; medidas de crescimento, formas de encontrar-se, meios de ser você mesmo sem medo da rejeição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu não posso salvar o seu coração de ser partido pela dor, pela mágoa, perda ou tristeza, mas posso &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;chorar com você&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ajudá-lo&lt;/span&gt; a juntar os pedaços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu não posso dizer quem você é ou como deveria ser:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu só posso amar você e ser seu Amigo !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;'Um amigo é alguém que sabe a canção de seu coração e canta quando você tiver esquecido a letra'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"E nunca se esqueça de que seu melhor amigo é você mesmo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&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/4831580667413027846-8619534339868212132?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/8619534339868212132/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=8619534339868212132' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/8619534339868212132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/8619534339868212132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-que-um-amigo-pode-eu-nao-posso-acabar.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SpAQzBRS9lI/AAAAAAAAAcc/OmophhMBgKA/s72-c/amizade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-3972196927131606430</id><published>2009-08-16T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T10:31:25.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SohA85wcaeI/AAAAAAAAAbs/IooA_LIp8kI/s1600-h/laurinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370613970679654882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SohA85wcaeI/AAAAAAAAAbs/IooA_LIp8kI/s320/laurinha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Viva cada &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;segundo&lt;/span&gt; como se fosse o último.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;          Viva de tal forma que você deseje &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;voltar&lt;/span&gt; a vive-los.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;          Não se detenha diante dos &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;momentos&lt;/span&gt; difíceis, eles te ajudarão a cumprir sua missão de ser e fazer&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; FELIZ&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By: DM &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-3972196927131606430?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/3972196927131606430/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=3972196927131606430' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/3972196927131606430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/3972196927131606430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/08/viva-cada-segundo-como-se-fosse-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SohA85wcaeI/AAAAAAAAAbs/IooA_LIp8kI/s72-c/laurinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-7470425672683060386</id><published>2009-08-06T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T11:17:17.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No tengas miedo ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SnsXh53JXoI/AAAAAAAAAbM/5ksgaFAKKBY/s1600-h/340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366909252177321602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SnsXh53JXoI/AAAAAAAAAbM/5ksgaFAKKBY/s320/340.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;É tenho que me conformar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;agora tudo está escuro novamente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;será que posso aguentar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tente se acalmar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;e se enquanto não sai o sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;nós acendermos as luzes para esperar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não sei se consigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;já passei por essa escuridão uma vez,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;e se o sol não sair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Acredite, tenha fé,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;um dia sairá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E se esse dia for tarde demais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nunca é tarde demais pra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;se realizar um sonho ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sim, eu sei, mais tenho medo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;medo da magia acabar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;e de não conseguir mais sonhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Basta acreditar, é isso o que nos resta. Sonhar, Acreditar e Lutar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mais eu já cansei de lutar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;por quanto tempo mais terei que aguentar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quanto tempo? Nós nunca temos essa resposta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Se lembre de que vencemos uma batalha, mais não a guerra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sim esse é meu grande medo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;e se essa guerra nunca acabar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Acredite, tenha fé, é isso o mais importante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;um dia acabará e o amor triunfará!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mas e se eu não aguentar até lá?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Você aguentará!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tenho medo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não tenha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tenho medo de perder a esperança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Basta acreditar e você nunca a perderá,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;e lembre-se de que um dia dissemos sempre ★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Eu tentarei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E conseguirá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Vamos nos manter unidos nessa batalha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nessa e em todas as que forem preciso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sonha &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;●&lt;/span&gt; Acredita &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;●&lt;/span&gt; Luta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque un día dijimos siempre! &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;By: Line&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;(sim fui eu que fiz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mais é claro que o sol, vai voltar amanhã,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;mais uma vez eu sei, escuridão já vi pior,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;de enlouquecer gente sã,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;espera que o SOL, já vem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just believe ♥&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Menssagem dedicada a todas as Vondys/Dyvons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&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/4831580667413027846-7470425672683060386?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/7470425672683060386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=7470425672683060386' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/7470425672683060386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/7470425672683060386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-tengas-miedo.html' title='No tengas miedo ♥'/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SnsXh53JXoI/AAAAAAAAAbM/5ksgaFAKKBY/s72-c/340.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-8943079128857036434</id><published>2009-08-03T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T06:06:42.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Menssagem especial pra tia Ju</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SnbbMkxcL0I/AAAAAAAAAa8/WVTHXkQQiR0/s1600-h/parabens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365717015134482242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SnbbMkxcL0I/AAAAAAAAAa8/WVTHXkQQiR0/s320/parabens.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Parabéns, parabéns! menssagem meio atrasadinha né tia huahuahua, mais eu prometi, então vamos lá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bom primeiro eu quero te desejar, muita felicidade, muita saúde, muito amor, muita paz e força e fé pra que você possa realizar todos os seus sonhos ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;  O que eu posso dizer dessa minha tia ein? Ai tia você é simplesmente a minha tia loira hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;   Aquela que tah sempre de bom humor, aquela que mesmo quando as coisas estão difíceis nunca perde o otimismo, aquela que me faz rir com as coisas de loira que fala, aquela que dançava comigo todos os domingos (lembra tia? agente imitando a dança dos famosos haha), aquela que as vezes me deixa irritada por defender sua opinião até o último segundo, aquela que aodra uma festa, uma diverção, enfim você é a minha tia ju ♥ E eu quero que você saiba, que uma das coisas que eu mais admiro em você é isso, essa sua alegria, essa sua criança interior que você nunca perdeu, e continue assim porque nós devemos deixar sempre viva a criança que há dentro da gente  ★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;  Bom, não sei se me expressei bem, mais enfim, quero que você saiba que te amo um montão e obrigada por tudo e que sempre que vc precisar eu estarei aqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Feliz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Aniversário&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Juloira!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;/strong&gt;ah eu q inventei esse apelido =p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;  ps: achei essa figura ai de cima a sua cara, toda colorida e alegre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-8943079128857036434?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/8943079128857036434/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=8943079128857036434' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/8943079128857036434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/8943079128857036434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/08/menssagem-especial-pra-tia-ju.html' title='Menssagem especial pra tia Ju'/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SnbbMkxcL0I/AAAAAAAAAa8/WVTHXkQQiR0/s72-c/parabens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-3559467202513625449</id><published>2009-07-26T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T10:02:56.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SmyKZP2hL_I/AAAAAAAAAak/i2XYFww6EnE/s1600-h/feliz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362813422647980018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SmyKZP2hL_I/AAAAAAAAAak/i2XYFww6EnE/s320/feliz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;A felicidade não está no fim da jornada, e sim em cada curva que percorremos para encontrá-la. &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/4831580667413027846-3559467202513625449?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/3559467202513625449/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=3559467202513625449' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/3559467202513625449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/3559467202513625449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/07/felicidade-nao-esta-no-fim-da-jornada-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SmyKZP2hL_I/AAAAAAAAAak/i2XYFww6EnE/s72-c/feliz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-5895338910067224829</id><published>2009-07-18T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T11:52:50.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SmIY1-8b7YI/AAAAAAAAAaE/ycmB7rc8_h4/s1600-h/unionmsnd.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359873822232931714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SmIY1-8b7YI/AAAAAAAAAaE/ycmB7rc8_h4/s320/unionmsnd.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt; Sonha &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;●&lt;/span&gt; Acredita &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;●&lt;/span&gt; Luta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&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/4831580667413027846-5895338910067224829?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/5895338910067224829/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=5895338910067224829' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/5895338910067224829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/5895338910067224829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/07/sonha-acredita-luta.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SmIY1-8b7YI/AAAAAAAAAaE/ycmB7rc8_h4/s72-c/unionmsnd.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-2652513305266359631</id><published>2009-07-10T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T07:26:43.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SldOKOxkJsI/AAAAAAAAAZE/3ferP87gk80/s1600-h/pollisaburridojq3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356836219452139202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SldOKOxkJsI/AAAAAAAAAZE/3ferP87gk80/s320/pollisaburridojq3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Sempre haverá...&lt;br /&gt;Alguém mais bonito que você, não importa quanta roupa, maquiagem ou cirurgias você experimente. Alguém mais inteligente que você, não importa o quanto você estude. Alguém mais sortudo que você, não importa quantas bençãos você tenha recebido. Alguém mais talentoso do que você, não importa o quanto você se dedique. Alguém com uma história de superação maior que a sua, não importa o quanto você tenha lutado e sofrido. Alguém mais engraçado do que você, não importa o quanto você faça a barriga das pessoas doer de tanto rir. E também sempre existirá quem trabalhe mais do que você, quem chore mais do que você, quem tenha maiores arrependimentos que você, quem tenha menos dinheiro que você, quem sofra mais do que você. Então, vamos valorizar o dom da humildade, e ao invés de perder nosso pouco tempo nos preocupando em superar os outros, vamos usá-lo para agradecer o que temos e o que podemos conseguir, e aproveitá-lo tanto quanto for possível. Porque aí, quem sabe no final, teremos sido os mais felizes. ★&lt;br /&gt;Por: Thalía Bastos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Créditos: CPA&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/4831580667413027846-2652513305266359631?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/2652513305266359631/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=2652513305266359631' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/2652513305266359631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/2652513305266359631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/07/sempre-havera.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SldOKOxkJsI/AAAAAAAAAZE/3ferP87gk80/s72-c/pollisaburridojq3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-8849044332183719142</id><published>2009-06-19T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:11:08.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SjvFSvgT2lI/AAAAAAAAAX0/9dexV8GLKWE/s1600-h/sorrisoc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349085908212898386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SjvFSvgT2lI/AAAAAAAAAX0/9dexV8GLKWE/s320/sorrisoc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Quando você ficar triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Que seja por um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;E não o ano inteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;E que você descubra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Que rir é bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Mas que rir de tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;É desespero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Desejo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Que você tenha a quem amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;E quando estiver bem cansado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ainda, exista amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Prá recomeçar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Eu te desejo muitos amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Mas que em um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Você possa confiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;E que tenha até&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Inimigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Prá você não deixar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;De duvidar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"&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/4831580667413027846-8849044332183719142?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/8849044332183719142/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=8849044332183719142' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/8849044332183719142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/8849044332183719142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/06/quando-voce-ficar-triste-que-seja-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SjvFSvgT2lI/AAAAAAAAAX0/9dexV8GLKWE/s72-c/sorrisoc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-5312824433025257823</id><published>2009-06-12T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:43:33.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SjKCcyy7tuI/AAAAAAAAAXA/nhPandIO9Zc/s1600-h/20080223091203357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346479138825549538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SjKCcyy7tuI/AAAAAAAAAXA/nhPandIO9Zc/s320/20080223091203357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;           &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Amadurecimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;               Aprendi que ao longo do caminho, muitos serão os obstáculos que irei encontrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;              Que cairei enquanto caminho e com empenho e interesse me levantarei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;              Compreendi que um olhar, vale mais do que qualquer favor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;              Demonstra se quem o oferece é sincero, porque a visão, reflete o que guarda a alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;              Entendi o valor da amizade, e não importa o quanto longe estejam, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;              os verdadeiros amigos, os de verdade, nunca deixarão de ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;              Com o tempo aprendi a dar valor ás coisas que por geral passam despercebidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;              Me enfoquei em contemplar o Sol, as estrelas, o mar e a solitária Lua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;              Comprendi que sem dúvidas, quando se trata de sorrir, pouca falta faz uma gracinha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;              quando se aprende a conviver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-5312824433025257823?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/5312824433025257823/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=5312824433025257823' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/5312824433025257823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/5312824433025257823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/06/amadurecimento-aprendi-que-ao-longo-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SjKCcyy7tuI/AAAAAAAAAXA/nhPandIO9Zc/s72-c/20080223091203357.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-8028925687891057962</id><published>2009-05-30T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T08:02:46.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SiFIkER8OuI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/wg9qIHzcI78/s1600-h/fadas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341630417499601634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SiFIkER8OuI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/wg9qIHzcI78/s320/fadas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                 &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Climb - Miley Cyrus (tradução)&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;              &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu posso quase ver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;            Esse sonho que estou sonhando.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;            Mas tem uma voz dentro da minha cabeça dizendo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;            Você nunca irá alcançá-lo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;          Cada passo que eu estou dando&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cada movimento que eu faço&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parece perdido sem direção&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha fé está abalada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porém eu tenho que continuar tentando&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho que manter minha cabeça erguida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;        Sempre haverá uma outra montanha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;       E eu sempre irei querer removê-la&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;       Sempre será uma batalha árdua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;         Às vezes eu terei que perder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;          Não se trata do quão rápido eu chegarei lá,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;         Não se trata do que está me esperando do outro lado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;        É a subida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;            As lutas que estou enfrentando&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;           As oportunidades que estou tendo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As vezes podem me derrubar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas não, eu não estou caindo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu posso não saber disto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas são esses os momentos dos quais eu mais irei me lembrar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só tenho que continuar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu tenho que ser forte.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Continuar prosseguindo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sempre haverá uma outra montanha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu sempre irei querer removê-la&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sempre será uma batalha árdua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Às vezes eu terei que perder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não se trata do quão rápido eu chegarei lá&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não se trata do que está me esperando do outro lado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É a subida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;        Continue em movimento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;      Continue escalando&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;       Mantenha a fé&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/4831580667413027846-8028925687891057962?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/8028925687891057962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=8028925687891057962' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/8028925687891057962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/8028925687891057962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/05/climb-miley-cyrus-traducao-eu-posso.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SiFIkER8OuI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/wg9qIHzcI78/s72-c/fadas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-867159298097293237</id><published>2009-05-01T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T16:26:48.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SfuEJNSLTuI/AAAAAAAAAVw/sFmxelWoMfI/s1600-h/rfgg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330999877642702562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SfuEJNSLTuI/AAAAAAAAAVw/sFmxelWoMfI/s320/rfgg.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;           &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;No pares - RBD (tradução) ♪&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;     Ninguém pode pisar em sua liberdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;     Grite forte se quiserem te calar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;       Nada pode te deter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;       Se tiver fé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;       Não fique com seu nome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;       Escrito na parede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;        Na parede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;         Se censuram suas idéias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;        É porque têm valor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;         Não se renda nunca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;         Sempre ouça a voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;         Lute forte,sem medidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;           Não deixe de acreditar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;            Não fique com seu nome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;           Escrito na parede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;          Na parede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;            Não pare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;            Não pare não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;            Não pare nunca de sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;             Não pare, Não pare não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;             Não pare nunca de sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;            Não tenha medo de voar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;             Viva sua vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;                 Não construa muros em seu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;               Tudo o que fizer, faça por amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;             Com as asas, contra o vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;            Não há nada a perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;             Não fique com seu nome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;           Escrito na parede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;                &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no pares nunca de soñar ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4831580667413027846-867159298097293237?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/867159298097293237/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=867159298097293237' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/867159298097293237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/867159298097293237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-pares-rbd-traducao-ninguem-pode.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SfuEJNSLTuI/AAAAAAAAAVw/sFmxelWoMfI/s72-c/rfgg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-9169749900370984872</id><published>2009-04-26T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T11:01:27.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SfSg0gZ985I/AAAAAAAAAUg/PaXzVensHKk/s1600-h/fghgh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329061082998633362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SfSg0gZ985I/AAAAAAAAAUg/PaXzVensHKk/s320/fghgh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que fizemos apenas por nós mesmos morre conosco; o que fizemos pelos outros permanece imortal ★&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/4831580667413027846-9169749900370984872?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/9169749900370984872/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=9169749900370984872' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/9169749900370984872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/9169749900370984872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-que-fizemos-apenas-por-nos-mesmos.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SfSg0gZ985I/AAAAAAAAAUg/PaXzVensHKk/s72-c/fghgh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-5238366373966644431</id><published>2009-04-21T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:16:21.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/Se4agItjLqI/AAAAAAAAAT4/3rk8vVp-PaA/s1600-h/fghgj.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327224548622544546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/Se4agItjLqI/AAAAAAAAAT4/3rk8vVp-PaA/s320/fghgj.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt; Como dizia o poeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;                 Quem já passou por essa vida e não viveu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;                 Pode ser mais, mas sabe menos do que eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;                 Porque a vida só se dá pra quem se deu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;                 Pra quem amou, pra quem chorou, pra quem sofreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;                 Ah, quem nunca curtiu uma paixão nunca vai ter nada, não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;                 Não há mal pior do que a descrença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;                 Mesmo o amor que não compensa é melhor que a solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;                Abre os teus braços, meu irmão, deixa cair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;               Pra que somar se a gente pode dividir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;               Eu francamente já não quero nem saber &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;               De quem não vai porque tem medo de sofrer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;              Ai de quem não rasga o coração, esse não vai ter perdão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;             Quem nunca curtiu uma paixão, nunca vai ter nada, não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vinícius de Moraes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-5238366373966644431?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/5238366373966644431/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=5238366373966644431' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/5238366373966644431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/5238366373966644431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/04/como-dizia-o-poeta-quem-ja-passou-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/Se4agItjLqI/AAAAAAAAAT4/3rk8vVp-PaA/s72-c/fghgj.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-3303390337898260291</id><published>2009-04-17T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T16:36:42.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SekQmDCiiMI/AAAAAAAAATI/uLxESIMxgSQ/s1600-h/fghjh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325806280179353794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SekQmDCiiMI/AAAAAAAAATI/uLxESIMxgSQ/s320/fghjh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Camiño al Sol - (tradução) RBD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;  Tantos problemas e becos sem saída&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;         Tantas canções que não viram a luz do dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;         Tantas manhãs que não quis despertar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;         Milhares de feridas que ficaram sem curar ღ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;       É só viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;        É só sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;       E cantar essa melodia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;      E dançar sem temer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;      Não se deixar vencer porque hoje não foi um bom dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;      Que a chuva te molhe a pele, mas nunca o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;           Só tem que continuar ainda que o céu esteja nublado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;         Veja que tem que olhar... O Sol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;       Trato de me escutar e não distinguo minha voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;       Trato de me desenhar mas não sei quem sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;        O que sim sei é que ainda há muito para entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;          Porque isso que eu anseio já habita meu ser ღ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;        É só viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;       É só sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;       E cantar essa melodia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;       E dançar sem temer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;      Não se deixar vencer porque hoje não foi um bom dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;          Que a chuva te molhe a pele, mas nunca o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;        Só tem que continuar ainda que o céu esteja nublado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;         Veja que tem que olhar... O Sol &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&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/4831580667413027846-3303390337898260291?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/3303390337898260291/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=3303390337898260291' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/3303390337898260291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/3303390337898260291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/04/camino-al-sol-traducao-rbd-tantos.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SekQmDCiiMI/AAAAAAAAATI/uLxESIMxgSQ/s72-c/fghjh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-691769320716092520</id><published>2009-04-11T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T09:30:49.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SeDE6JTJ9UI/AAAAAAAAARo/OptQPyXIPE8/s1600-h/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323471262759646530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SeDE6JTJ9UI/AAAAAAAAARo/OptQPyXIPE8/s320/007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;              &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;E quando o dia não passar de um retrato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;              Co&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;lorin&lt;/span&gt;do de &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;saudade&lt;/span&gt; o meu quarto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;              Só ai vou ter a certeza de fato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;               Que eu &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;fui&lt;/span&gt; feliz... &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;{&lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-691769320716092520?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/691769320716092520/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=691769320716092520' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/691769320716092520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/691769320716092520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/04/e-quando-o-dia-nao-passar-de-um-retrato.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SeDE6JTJ9UI/AAAAAAAAARo/OptQPyXIPE8/s72-c/007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-2539093207279908986</id><published>2009-04-09T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T14:53:13.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/Sd5tzgKjKTI/AAAAAAAAARQ/tBtweXAaaAw/s1600-h/621401_destino_e_felicidade_astral_366_488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322812541173442866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/Sd5tzgKjKTI/AAAAAAAAARQ/tBtweXAaaAw/s320/621401_destino_e_felicidade_astral_366_488.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então se ligue e busque felicidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;        pra existir história tem que existir verdade ♫&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/4831580667413027846-2539093207279908986?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/2539093207279908986/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=2539093207279908986' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/2539093207279908986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/2539093207279908986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/04/entao-se-ligue-e-busque-felicidade-pra.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/Sd5tzgKjKTI/AAAAAAAAARQ/tBtweXAaaAw/s72-c/621401_destino_e_felicidade_astral_366_488.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-4958459374868096034</id><published>2009-03-25T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T09:00:45.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/ScpTxVyiZcI/AAAAAAAAAQw/4b-6uFGOBbs/s1600-h/dulceteamodm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317154417192101314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/ScpTxVyiZcI/AAAAAAAAAQw/4b-6uFGOBbs/s320/dulceteamodm2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Por enquanto - Renato Russo ♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;            Mudaram as estações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;           E nada mudou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;           Mas eu sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;          Que alguma coisa aconteceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;          Está tudo assim tão diferente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;         Se lembra quando a gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;        Chegou um dia a acreditar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;        Que tudo era prá sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;        Sem saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;         Que o pra sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;        Sempre acaba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;               Mas nada vai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;             Conseguir mudar o que ficou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;             Quando penso em alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;           Só penso em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;           E aí então estamos bem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;           Mesmo com tantos motivos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;           Prá deixar tudo como está&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;           E nem desistir, nem tentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;            Agora tanto faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;           Estamos indo de volta prá casa... ♪&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/4831580667413027846-4958459374868096034?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/4958459374868096034/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=4958459374868096034' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/4958459374868096034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/4958459374868096034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/03/por-enquanto-renato-russo-mudaram-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/ScpTxVyiZcI/AAAAAAAAAQw/4b-6uFGOBbs/s72-c/dulceteamodm2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-6888014103546124830</id><published>2009-03-20T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T05:42:06.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/ScOM89Me-6I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/syVJ6VC1Amc/s1600-h/djehrfbtg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315246964074281890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/ScOM89Me-6I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/syVJ6VC1Amc/s320/djehrfbtg.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                       &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elige Estar Bien (RBD)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                        &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sempre vai encontrar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                        Outra oportunidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                        Para recomeçar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                        abrir as asas e voar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                        Se chegar a cair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                        não se deixe vencer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                        Sei que custa acreditar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                        A vida é questão de FÉ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                        Encha de luz todo o seu ser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                        E já verá, vai ficar bem!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                        Busca dentro de você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                        o que te faz viver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                        Não deve pedir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                        permissão para ser feliz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                      Encha de luz todo o seu ser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                       E já verá, vai ficar bem!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                       Sempre tenha fé!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   tradução feita por mim =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-6888014103546124830?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/6888014103546124830/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=6888014103546124830' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/6888014103546124830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/6888014103546124830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/03/elige-estar-bien-rbd-sempre-vai.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/ScOM89Me-6I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/syVJ6VC1Amc/s72-c/djehrfbtg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-2714510673847189407</id><published>2009-03-14T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T08:56:29.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SbvSzFYspuI/AAAAAAAAAP4/6a6YHSnDVEA/s1600-h/caminhar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313071960474560226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SbvSzFYspuI/AAAAAAAAAP4/6a6YHSnDVEA/s320/caminhar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;           &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Com a esperança do amanhecer e a chegada de um novo dia, me perguntei: O que deve ser mais grave: a incapacidade de caminhar, ou a incapacidade de amar? Quantas vezes aqueles que são obrigados a vencer uma quantidade maior de obstáculos chegam mais longe do que aqueles que sempre tiveram o caminho aberto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-2714510673847189407?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/2714510673847189407/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=2714510673847189407' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/2714510673847189407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/2714510673847189407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/03/com-esperanca-do-amanhecer-e-chegada-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SbvSzFYspuI/AAAAAAAAAP4/6a6YHSnDVEA/s72-c/caminhar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-8417101333963469759</id><published>2009-03-10T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T07:57:29.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SbZ92vwA57I/AAAAAAAAAPw/pMYBVEyeX88/s1600-h/baby_bows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311571190014338994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SbZ92vwA57I/AAAAAAAAAPw/pMYBVEyeX88/s320/baby_bows.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;           &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Não &lt;em&gt;ame&lt;/em&gt; pela beleza, pois um dia ela acaba&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Não &lt;em&gt;ame&lt;/em&gt; por admiração, pois um dia você se decepciona&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Apenas &lt;em&gt;ame&lt;/em&gt;, pois o tempo nunca pode acabar com um &lt;em&gt;amor&lt;/em&gt; sem explicação&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;" ●&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;●&lt;/span&gt;●&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4831580667413027846-8417101333963469759?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/8417101333963469759/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=8417101333963469759' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/8417101333963469759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/8417101333963469759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/03/nao-ame-pela-beleza-pois-um-dia-ela.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SbZ92vwA57I/AAAAAAAAAPw/pMYBVEyeX88/s72-c/baby_bows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-7328814399619492309</id><published>2009-03-07T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T13:53:02.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SbLn1gnCqJI/AAAAAAAAAO4/U5LT1wIf-40/s1600-h/ac466a9a99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310561817096005778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SbLn1gnCqJI/AAAAAAAAAO4/U5LT1wIf-40/s320/ac466a9a99.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;              &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Como nessa semana eu completei 14 anos, hoje vou deixar uma menssagem especial, para que se possa levar a vida da melhor maneira ★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;            &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não deixe que o dia termine sem que você tenha crescido um pouco,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;             sem que você tenha sido feliz, sem que você tenha aumentado seus sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;             Não se deixe levar pelo desânimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;             Não permita que ninguém te tire o direito de se expressar, que é quase um dever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;             Não abandone a vontade de fazer da sua vida algo extraordinário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;             Não deixe de acreditar que as palavras e as poesias podem sim mudar o mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;             Aconteça o que acontecer nossa essência esta intacta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;             Somos seres cheios de paixão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;             A vida é deserto e oásis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;             Nos derruba, nos lastima, nos ensina,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;             nos converte em protagonistas da nossa própia história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;             &lt;em&gt;Mesmo que o vento sopre contra, a poderosa obra continua...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;             Não deixe nunca de sonhar, porque em sonhos é livre o homem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;             Não caia no pior dos erros: o silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;             A maioria vive em um silêncio espantoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;             Dê valor a beleza de coisas simples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;             Pode se fazer bela poesia sobre pequenas coisas, mas não podemos remar contra nós mesmos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;              Isso transforma a vida em um inferno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;              Viva a vida intensamente, sem medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;              Pense que em você está o futuro e encare a tarefa com orgulho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;              Não permita que a vida passe, sem que você a tenha vivido ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;05/03-mi cumpleaños&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-7328814399619492309?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/7328814399619492309/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=7328814399619492309' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/7328814399619492309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/7328814399619492309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/03/como-nessa-semana-eu-completei-14-anos.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SbLn1gnCqJI/AAAAAAAAAO4/U5LT1wIf-40/s72-c/ac466a9a99.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-3456402856460700342</id><published>2009-03-01T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:36:55.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SaspNk8raSI/AAAAAAAAAOI/BJK6vEZlCp4/s1600-h/fdgfhg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308381899019479330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SaspNk8raSI/AAAAAAAAAOI/BJK6vEZlCp4/s320/fdgfhg.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   Nunca deixe que lhe digam que não vale a pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;         Acreditar no sonho que se tem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;         Ou que seus planos nunca vão dar certo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;         Ou que você nunca vai ser alguém&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;         Se você quiser alguém em quem confiar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;         Confie em si mesmo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;         Quem acredita sempre alcança!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-3456402856460700342?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/3456402856460700342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=3456402856460700342' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/3456402856460700342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/3456402856460700342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/03/nunca-deixe-que-lhe-digam-que-nao-vale.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SaspNk8raSI/AAAAAAAAAOI/BJK6vEZlCp4/s72-c/fdgfhg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-5698400807933388313</id><published>2009-02-23T09:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T09:47:45.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SaLgZksND0I/AAAAAAAAANQ/mvvR2Ov3yiI/s1600-h/gfhfgj.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306050040946298690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SaLgZksND0I/AAAAAAAAANQ/mvvR2Ov3yiI/s320/gfhfgj.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Não deixe que o dia termine sem que você tenha crescido um pouco, sem que você tenha sido feliz, sem que você tenha aumentado seus sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;               Não se deixe vencer pelo desânimo.☼&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/4831580667413027846-5698400807933388313?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/5698400807933388313/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=5698400807933388313' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/5698400807933388313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/5698400807933388313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/02/nao-deixe-que-o-dia-termine-sem-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SaLgZksND0I/AAAAAAAAANQ/mvvR2Ov3yiI/s72-c/gfhfgj.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-6523592721922264547</id><published>2009-02-03T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T05:12:43.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SYhB4gChUxI/AAAAAAAAAM4/FRSDfgCRzHM/s1600-h/passado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298557400530375442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SYhB4gChUxI/AAAAAAAAAM4/FRSDfgCRzHM/s320/passado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                             &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Valorize mais o presente, pense no hoje sem se esquecer nos tropeços do ontem. O amanhã? já virá ★&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/4831580667413027846-6523592721922264547?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/6523592721922264547/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=6523592721922264547' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/6523592721922264547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/6523592721922264547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/02/valorize-mais-o-presente-pense-no-hoje.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SYhB4gChUxI/AAAAAAAAAM4/FRSDfgCRzHM/s72-c/passado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-4602649455186816613</id><published>2009-01-22T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T04:08:09.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SXhhHmpZkaI/AAAAAAAAAMg/wtMofiaQWrI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294088145235186082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SXhhHmpZkaI/AAAAAAAAAMg/wtMofiaQWrI/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mas é claro que o sol vai voltar amanhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;          Mais uma vez eu sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;          Escuridão já vi pior de endoidecer gente sã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;          Espera que o sol já vem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-4602649455186816613?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/4602649455186816613/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=4602649455186816613' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/4602649455186816613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/4602649455186816613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/01/mas-claro-que-o-sol-vai-voltar-amanh.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SXhhHmpZkaI/AAAAAAAAAMg/wtMofiaQWrI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-6817366150800241692</id><published>2009-01-05T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T08:08:22.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SWIuNuQFnFI/AAAAAAAAAMI/3IjCqDL6t3A/s1600-h/vista_praia_sul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287839725775068242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SWIuNuQFnFI/AAAAAAAAAMI/3IjCqDL6t3A/s320/vista_praia_sul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;O sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;              &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Sonhe com aquilo que você quiser.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;               Seja o que você quer ser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;               porque você possui apenas uma vida e nela só se tem uma chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;               de fazer aquilo que quer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;             Tenha felicidade bastante para fazê-la doce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;             Dificuldades para fazê-la forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;             Tristeza para fazê-la humana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;             E esperança suficiente para fazê-la feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;            As pessoas mais felizes não têm as melhores coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;           Elas sabem fazer o melhor das oportunidades que aparecem em seus caminhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;          A felicidade aparece para aqueles que choram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;         Para aqueles que se machucam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;          Para aqueles que buscam e tentam sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;          E para aqueles que reconhecem a importância das pessoas que passam por suas vidas." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feliz 2009!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;                                   Que esse ano seja repleto de amor, saúde, paz, esperança e o mais importante : &lt;em&gt;sonhos!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-6817366150800241692?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/6817366150800241692/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=6817366150800241692' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/6817366150800241692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/6817366150800241692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-sonho-sonhe-com-aquilo-que-voc-quiser.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SWIuNuQFnFI/AAAAAAAAAMI/3IjCqDL6t3A/s72-c/vista_praia_sul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-4313185948995420145</id><published>2008-12-09T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:37:45.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/ST6Qa4HYcAI/AAAAAAAAALA/tGsA8C7RGSg/s1600-h/sol-meianoite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277814604739145730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/ST6Qa4HYcAI/AAAAAAAAALA/tGsA8C7RGSg/s320/sol-meianoite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                       &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Quando sentir que a tristeza ameaça o seu coração lembre-se o que disse aquele homem santo: Um só raio de sol é suficiente para iluminar muitas sombras, a esperança é esse raio de sol”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-4313185948995420145?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/4313185948995420145/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=4313185948995420145' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/4313185948995420145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/4313185948995420145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2008/12/quando-sentir-que-tristeza-ameaa-o-seu.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/ST6Qa4HYcAI/AAAAAAAAALA/tGsA8C7RGSg/s72-c/sol-meianoite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-4211886955898168353</id><published>2008-12-07T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T07:07:18.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/STvjeATJZcI/AAAAAAAAAKI/kpKbhfzYzPE/s1600-h/fdteswra.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277061493010556354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/STvjeATJZcI/AAAAAAAAAKI/kpKbhfzYzPE/s320/fdteswra.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Friendship ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;         Friendship is no small thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;         is more light as a fiather,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;        and that is why, I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;        transforming into a poem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;       Friensdship is a beuatiful thing to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;       seems something of TV,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;      and that is why, I am doing this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;      I am inspired by you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;     Friendship is a seed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;     and that no one mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;     but then grows,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;     and if it true not desappear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;     Friendship comes from nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;     is never turned a page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;     and is facing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;     awalys be remembered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mais um ano na escola que se terminou, posso dizer que foi bom, conheci pessoas maravilhosas fiz excelentes amigas, mudei minha opinião a respeito de algumas pessoas, fiz novas descobertas. Ri, chorei, tive bons e mals momentos mais absolutamente todos valeram a pena! Agora só resta aguardar o próximo ano onde tudo mudará novamente e será mais uma aventura!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;    Muito obrigada a todos os meus amigos e amigas que fizeram desse ano escolar uma ótimo ano, cada um de vocês  mora no meu coração, e cada um significa algo pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-4211886955898168353?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/4211886955898168353/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=4211886955898168353' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/4211886955898168353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/4211886955898168353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2008/12/friendship-friendship-is-no-small-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/STvjeATJZcI/AAAAAAAAAKI/kpKbhfzYzPE/s72-c/fdteswra.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-6164955404215184958</id><published>2008-11-26T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T06:05:13.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SS1XKr3p-7I/AAAAAAAAAJw/PJiLsGTN3VE/s1600-h/115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272966579807189938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SS1XKr3p-7I/AAAAAAAAAJw/PJiLsGTN3VE/s320/115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Falta pouco * __ *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;                                                  &lt;strong&gt;29/11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/4831580667413027846-6164955404215184958?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/6164955404215184958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=6164955404215184958' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/6164955404215184958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/6164955404215184958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2008/11/falta-pouco-2911.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SS1XKr3p-7I/AAAAAAAAAJw/PJiLsGTN3VE/s72-c/115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-3287728145679628017</id><published>2008-11-18T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:44:37.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SSNFB5mbKhI/AAAAAAAAAII/G29YeqJodoY/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270131887897782802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SSNFB5mbKhI/AAAAAAAAAII/G29YeqJodoY/s320/image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Em vez de ficarmos lamentando sermos anônimos ou desconhecidos não deveríamos nos dedicar com esforço a fazer uma coisa positiva, digna de ser lembrada?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-3287728145679628017?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/3287728145679628017/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=3287728145679628017' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/3287728145679628017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/3287728145679628017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2008/11/em-vez-de-ficarmos-lamentando-sermos.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SSNFB5mbKhI/AAAAAAAAAII/G29YeqJodoY/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-8022690415575320302</id><published>2008-11-15T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T06:21:43.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SR7aZPmF5gI/AAAAAAAAAHY/1VEbRvA1kiY/s1600-h/amigas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268888741287945730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SR7aZPmF5gI/AAAAAAAAAHY/1VEbRvA1kiY/s320/amigas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                     &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;  " Quem será mais amigo:  aquele que sempre nos tira das confusões em que nos metemos ou aquele que sabe quando nos deixar sozinhos para que nos levantemos com nosso própio esforço? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4831580667413027846-8022690415575320302?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/8022690415575320302/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=8022690415575320302' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/8022690415575320302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/8022690415575320302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2008/11/quem-ser-mais-amigo-aquele-que-sempre.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SR7aZPmF5gI/AAAAAAAAAHY/1VEbRvA1kiY/s72-c/amigas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-8792675946918881353</id><published>2008-11-11T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T05:13:52.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinceridad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SRmBZLqKd0I/AAAAAAAAAHI/xYH6l1gWCzc/s1600-h/dfrgfh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267383508812855106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SRmBZLqKd0I/AAAAAAAAAHI/xYH6l1gWCzc/s320/dfrgfh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;               &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te digo que&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;                                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;               no es tan difícil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;               como crees.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;               Tan solo es&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;               solo es cuestión&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;               de hacer el bien.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;               A pesar de la hipocresía,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;               de las mentiras.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;               Yo sigo en pie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;               Yo soy así,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;               ¿qué puedo hacer?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;               Tengo un pacto conmigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;               no cambiar de camino.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                Yo no rendiré,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;               aunque me cueste la piel...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;               Yo te quiero a ti,sinceridad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;               Mirar de frentea cada paso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;              Quiero vivir con la verdad...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;              Yo te quiero a ti,sinceridad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;              No tener miedo del fracaso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;              Quiero arreglarla falsedad...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Tradução -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;              Eu digo que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;              não é tão difícil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;              como você pensa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;             É apenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;             é apenas uma questão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;             de fazer o bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;             Apesar da hipocrisia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;            das mentiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;             Eu sigo em pé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;              Eu sou assim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;           O que posso fazer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;            Tenho um pacto comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;           não vou mudar de caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;           Eu não desistirei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;          ainda que me custe a pele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;          eu quero você, sinceridade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;            Olhar de frente cada momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;         Eu quero viver com a verdade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;         eu quero você,sinceridade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;         Não tenha medo do fracasso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;          Quero corrigir a falsidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;              &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;              &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4831580667413027846-8792675946918881353?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/8792675946918881353/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=8792675946918881353' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/8792675946918881353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/8792675946918881353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2008/11/sinceridad.html' title='Sinceridad...'/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SRmBZLqKd0I/AAAAAAAAAHI/xYH6l1gWCzc/s72-c/dfrgfh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-5070516027882533283</id><published>2008-10-12T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T08:44:52.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SPIaunBKBpI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bVk-q7XZOEw/s1600-h/dulce26ck3.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256293103144928914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SPIaunBKBpI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bVk-q7XZOEw/s320/dulce26ck3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SPIauzIQhyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GAXHtjEsdVk/s1600-h/dulce23ak2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256293106395940642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SPIauzIQhyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GAXHtjEsdVk/s320/dulce23ak2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SPIau4xhaUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/IktyjcG4Qog/s1600-h/kj.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256293107911190850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SPIau4xhaUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/IktyjcG4Qog/s320/kj.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I Believe in fairies and you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4831580667413027846-5070516027882533283?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/5070516027882533283/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=5070516027882533283' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/5070516027882533283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/5070516027882533283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-believe-in-fairies-and-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SPIaunBKBpI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bVk-q7XZOEw/s72-c/dulce26ck3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831580667413027846.post-8610754120237618605</id><published>2008-10-07T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:30:41.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SOuaZqkrw0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/CqQ_cg7KAW4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254463155973374786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SOuaZqkrw0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/CqQ_cg7KAW4/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;As lágrimas não são simples gotas de água&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                                     vêm da alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                                     Da dor que sente tua alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                                     E do coração quando o amor se cansa de lutar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                                     Quando sua alma chora por dentro e se torna um mar imenso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                                     onde há seu reflexo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                                    Pelos olhos que são o espelho da alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                                    É difícil aguentar tanta dor, mentira, decepção, sonhos destruídos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                                    ilusões pisoteadas, aquele amor frustado, carícias perdidas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                                    injustiça e feridas que doem como uma espada atravessando o coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                                    fazendo doer por dentro e por fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                                    Deve-se ter um sorriso materializando a falsa alegria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                                    Porque poucas coisas nos fazem sorrir quando a alma está esgotada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                                   Mas há uma luz que nunca se apaga porque a esperança continua viva.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                                  D.M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                        &lt;/em&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/4831580667413027846-8610754120237618605?l=line-idobelieve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/feeds/8610754120237618605/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4831580667413027846&amp;postID=8610754120237618605' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/8610754120237618605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831580667413027846/posts/default/8610754120237618605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://line-idobelieve.blogspot.com/2008/10/as-lgrimas-no-so-simples-gotas-de-gua.html' title=''/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07203037059828760064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/TTw5yRxP2yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/F2MEbU1UheI/s220/laurinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LB9y727rs/SOuaZqkrw0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/CqQ_cg7KAW4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
