<?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-8957749260785695582</id><updated>2011-10-27T11:56:36.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sentimentos expressos.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentoexpresso.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957749260785695582/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentoexpresso.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jéssica medeiros barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10954181777839214473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DIP0b_wt7FE/TUhpIrTk0iI/AAAAAAAAAB4/geV-XYxwWng/s220/Jeh.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957749260785695582.post-7373812060190334070</id><published>2011-10-27T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T11:56:36.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando sabemos que estamos amando?</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Quando os defeitos daquela pessoa se tornam qualidades...&lt;br /&gt;Quando um minuto longe dela parece uma eternidade...&lt;br /&gt;Quando se&amp;nbsp;esta junto&amp;nbsp;a ela&amp;nbsp;a palavra&amp;nbsp;TRISTE não se encaixa no seu vocabulario...&lt;br /&gt;Quando ao receber um abraço dela você se sente seguro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Quando ao encostar a nuca ao travesseiro não pensar em mais nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a não ser na pessoa AMADA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IYzd0NKh_hc/Tqmo_RDVObI/AAAAAAAAAEY/lhTNiSoTgoc/s1600/imagesCAE1QJU2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IYzd0NKh_hc/Tqmo_RDVObI/AAAAAAAAAEY/lhTNiSoTgoc/s1600/imagesCAE1QJU2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957749260785695582-7373812060190334070?l=sentimentoexpresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentoexpresso.blogspot.com/feeds/7373812060190334070/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentoexpresso.blogspot.com/2011/10/quando-sabemos-que-estamos-amando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957749260785695582/posts/default/7373812060190334070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957749260785695582/posts/default/7373812060190334070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentoexpresso.blogspot.com/2011/10/quando-sabemos-que-estamos-amando.html' title='Quando sabemos que estamos amando?'/><author><name>jéssica medeiros barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10954181777839214473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DIP0b_wt7FE/TUhpIrTk0iI/AAAAAAAAAB4/geV-XYxwWng/s220/Jeh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IYzd0NKh_hc/Tqmo_RDVObI/AAAAAAAAAEY/lhTNiSoTgoc/s72-c/imagesCAE1QJU2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957749260785695582.post-8034230995580431180</id><published>2011-03-28T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T14:58:11.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMIZADE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Quase impossivel descreve-la em palavras...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;é uma coisa maravilhosa que se sente e vive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;AMIGA é aquela pessoa que esta sempre ao seu lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;nos melhores e piores momentos ela está ali contigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;amiga é aquela pessoa que&amp;nbsp;quando muitos te&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; abandonam e te humilham ela continua ali &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; lhe escutando e lhe apoiando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ba2qn135Ew8/TZD_t_6GG1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZJGTANfmQHM/s1600/bloooog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ba2qn135Ew8/TZD_t_6GG1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZJGTANfmQHM/s320/bloooog.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Passa momentos dificeis com ela&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;mas também com ela é proporcionado varios momentos de alegria,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;e é claro que os micos não poderiam ficar de fora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/8957749260785695582-8034230995580431180?l=sentimentoexpresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentoexpresso.blogspot.com/feeds/8034230995580431180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentoexpresso.blogspot.com/2011/03/amizade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957749260785695582/posts/default/8034230995580431180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957749260785695582/posts/default/8034230995580431180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentoexpresso.blogspot.com/2011/03/amizade.html' title='AMIZADE.'/><author><name>jéssica medeiros barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10954181777839214473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DIP0b_wt7FE/TUhpIrTk0iI/AAAAAAAAAB4/geV-XYxwWng/s220/Jeh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ba2qn135Ew8/TZD_t_6GG1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZJGTANfmQHM/s72-c/bloooog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957749260785695582.post-8713763286686106039</id><published>2011-02-06T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T18:51:55.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMPOSSIVEL TE ESQUECER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Por mais que eu tente não consigo te tirar da minha cabeça.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;É como se você ja fizesse parte de mim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;olho nossas fotografias mas isso só me faz lembrar mais você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ao fechar meus olhos reflito todos os momentos que passei contigo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;e lembro de todos os detalhes de tua face, seus olhos marcantes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;seus labios doce,seu sorriso perfeito e seu corpo quente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Seu rosto parece até&amp;nbsp;estar&amp;nbsp;tatuado em meus&amp;nbsp;pensamentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DIP0b_wt7FE/TU9dmfWPgzI/AAAAAAAAAD4/xyP_PR1q-iQ/s1600/tumblr_lfvdjgOyL21qd13ueo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="270" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DIP0b_wt7FE/TU9dmfWPgzI/AAAAAAAAAD4/xyP_PR1q-iQ/s320/tumblr_lfvdjgOyL21qd13ueo1_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parece tão facil esquecer algo,mais acredite não é.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;É uma luta constante passar o dia tentando esquecer alguém,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;e no fim do dia descobir que você ainda não esqueceu aquela pessoa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Mas todos os dias me questiono o por que&amp;nbsp;de &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;NÃO CONSIGUIR &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;TE ESQUECER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957749260785695582-8713763286686106039?l=sentimentoexpresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentoexpresso.blogspot.com/feeds/8713763286686106039/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentoexpresso.blogspot.com/2011/02/impossivel-te-esquecer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957749260785695582/posts/default/8713763286686106039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957749260785695582/posts/default/8713763286686106039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentoexpresso.blogspot.com/2011/02/impossivel-te-esquecer.html' title='IMPOSSIVEL TE ESQUECER.'/><author><name>jéssica medeiros barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10954181777839214473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DIP0b_wt7FE/TUhpIrTk0iI/AAAAAAAAAB4/geV-XYxwWng/s220/Jeh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DIP0b_wt7FE/TU9dmfWPgzI/AAAAAAAAAD4/xyP_PR1q-iQ/s72-c/tumblr_lfvdjgOyL21qd13ueo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957749260785695582.post-4426172999577323531</id><published>2011-02-03T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T06:21:30.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHUVA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DIP0b_wt7FE/TUq1AeZQPMI/AAAAAAAAAD0/nTRJr9q1e2U/s1600/h2o12.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DIP0b_wt7FE/TUq1AeZQPMI/AAAAAAAAAD0/nTRJr9q1e2U/s1600/h2o12.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;A chuva&amp;nbsp; uma coisa simples mas com muitos beneficios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Cai lavando as almas sujas de hipocrisia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Levando todas as impurezas de uma vida amargurada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;As vezes transtornos são causados por ela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;As vezes bençãos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Alimenta nossas flores e almas,e forma arco-íris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Cristalinas e puras,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;suas aguas caem como musicas ao nossos ouvidos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;em forma de chuvisco,temporal ou tempestade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Enquanto chove...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;estou a minha janela olhando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;a linda paisagem molhada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957749260785695582-4426172999577323531?l=sentimentoexpresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentoexpresso.blogspot.com/feeds/4426172999577323531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentoexpresso.blogspot.com/2011/02/chuva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957749260785695582/posts/default/4426172999577323531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957749260785695582/posts/default/4426172999577323531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentoexpresso.blogspot.com/2011/02/chuva.html' title='CHUVA...'/><author><name>jéssica medeiros barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10954181777839214473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DIP0b_wt7FE/TUhpIrTk0iI/AAAAAAAAAB4/geV-XYxwWng/s220/Jeh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DIP0b_wt7FE/TUq1AeZQPMI/AAAAAAAAAD0/nTRJr9q1e2U/s72-c/h2o12.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957749260785695582.post-6175454830323561685</id><published>2011-02-02T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T12:28:48.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TE AGUARDO.</title><content type='html'>Você se foi e nunca mais se quer me deu noticias,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;dizias que me amava e que logo voltaria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ainda tenho esperanças de que um dia te encontrarei novamente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;espero em minha&amp;nbsp;janela observando se te avisto,mas nada de você chegar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;A cada minuto que se passa e não te avisto choro e lembro das nossas noites, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;minhas esperanças me sufocam silenciosamente.&lt;/div&gt;Ao passar o dia tento dormir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DIP0b_wt7FE/TUm0wS0-3vI/AAAAAAAAADA/xG_EU-Y-GyU/s1600/tumblr_lbae9a4mdq1qebbgwo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DIP0b_wt7FE/TUm0wS0-3vI/AAAAAAAAADA/xG_EU-Y-GyU/s320/tumblr_lbae9a4mdq1qebbgwo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mas a tua imagem entrou em minha mente e não quer sair,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;me deixas tao triste saber que você não esta aqui ao meu lado.&lt;/div&gt;Mas tudo bem as minhas esperanças ainda nao acabaram, e sei que amanhã te desejarei muito mais que ontem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;AMANHÃ ESTAREI NA MINHA JANELA&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A TE AGUARDAR NOVAMENTE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957749260785695582-6175454830323561685?l=sentimentoexpresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentoexpresso.blogspot.com/feeds/6175454830323561685/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentoexpresso.blogspot.com/2011/02/te-aguardo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957749260785695582/posts/default/6175454830323561685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957749260785695582/posts/default/6175454830323561685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentoexpresso.blogspot.com/2011/02/te-aguardo.html' title='TE AGUARDO.'/><author><name>jéssica medeiros barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10954181777839214473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DIP0b_wt7FE/TUhpIrTk0iI/AAAAAAAAAB4/geV-XYxwWng/s220/Jeh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DIP0b_wt7FE/TUm0wS0-3vI/AAAAAAAAADA/xG_EU-Y-GyU/s72-c/tumblr_lbae9a4mdq1qebbgwo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957749260785695582.post-1053590893199604050</id><published>2011-02-01T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T13:12:28.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O SENTIMENTO DO AMOR.</title><content type='html'>O amor ja me fez tão feliz porém também me fez sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;tenho medo de amar novamente e causar uma nova ferida em meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;tenho medo de me apaixonar e nao ser correspondida da maneira que eu almejo.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não amar é sofrer mais em certos momentos da nossa vida amar é sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;O amor sentimento tão estranho, num momento tudo ocorre bem &lt;br /&gt;e no outro tudo desaba nas suas costas.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Fica uma pergunta este sentimento é bom ou ruim?&lt;br /&gt;Mas de qualquer forma encontrarei uma pessoa por quem me iludirei novamente,&lt;br /&gt;sei que terá otimos momentos mas também terá barreiras, terei que enfrenta-las e não poderei me desamparar, e se caso eu cair me levantarei e tentarei curar a minha nova ferida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DIP0b_wt7FE/TUh2-ozav6I/AAAAAAAAACY/4NS1ncswO-Q/s1600/tumblr_lbahajwtHk1qebbgwo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DIP0b_wt7FE/TUh2-ozav6I/AAAAAAAAACY/4NS1ncswO-Q/s320/tumblr_lbahajwtHk1qebbgwo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8957749260785695582-1053590893199604050?l=sentimentoexpresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentoexpresso.blogspot.com/feeds/1053590893199604050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentoexpresso.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-amor-ja-me-fez-tao-feliz-porem-tambem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957749260785695582/posts/default/1053590893199604050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8957749260785695582/posts/default/1053590893199604050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentoexpresso.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-amor-ja-me-fez-tao-feliz-porem-tambem.html' title='O SENTIMENTO DO AMOR.'/><author><name>jéssica medeiros barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10954181777839214473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DIP0b_wt7FE/TUhpIrTk0iI/AAAAAAAAAB4/geV-XYxwWng/s220/Jeh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DIP0b_wt7FE/TUh2-ozav6I/AAAAAAAAACY/4NS1ncswO-Q/s72-c/tumblr_lbahajwtHk1qebbgwo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8957749260785695582.post-6470346688429489526</id><published>2011-02-01T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T09:02:42.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sou apenas uma garota, com medo de errar novamente...&lt;br /&gt;Sei que é dificil não errar pois errar faz parte de nóz&amp;nbsp;humanos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DIP0b_wt7FE/TUhc5ep27_I/AAAAAAAAABk/JDogHJ_EsYc/s1600/concordo-a-comigo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DIP0b_wt7FE/TUhc5ep27_I/AAAAAAAAABk/JDogHJ_EsYc/s1600/concordo-a-comigo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Me lamentava quando errava, &lt;br /&gt;com cabeça baixa não tinha coragem de seguir em frente.&lt;br /&gt;me trancava em meu quarto e pela minha cabeça só se passavam meus erros cometidos.&lt;br /&gt;Porém um dia trancada em meu quarto, ajuelhei-me&amp;nbsp;e pedi ao Senhor&lt;br /&gt;sabedoria e paz para meu coração, ele me disse para seguir em frente e nao abaixar minha cabeça&lt;br /&gt;perante aos&amp;nbsp;erros, que eu deveria me levantar e aprender que erros são para me fortalecer,para&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;me levantar e nao cometer novamente o mesmo erro.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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