<?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-3959506647482097688</id><updated>2012-01-08T11:14:58.452-02:00</updated><category term='dentro dela'/><category term='deveria ser'/><category term='memórias dela'/><category term='de fora'/><category term='dentro deles'/><category term='Filha'/><category term='de dentro'/><title type='text'>Sapatos Vermelhos</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Luana P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416672271550316244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SmoNtTgV0iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5TrBChfdCw/S220/Her_Red_Shoes_I_by_vampire_zombie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959506647482097688.post-7784761749157453538</id><published>2011-12-04T00:59:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T01:13:49.782-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filha'/><title type='text'>.fer.nan.da.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ffHw4ggZRo/TtrlJxjU8CI/AAAAAAAAAHM/HvkAyKL9dtk/s1600/fe.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ffHw4ggZRo/TtrlJxjU8CI/AAAAAAAAAHM/HvkAyKL9dtk/s400/fe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682105835964395554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;E num belo dia eles descobriram que não seriam apenas os dois para sempre... Depois daquele dia passaram a imaginar como seria o mundo deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;As noites jamais seriam as mesmas... O sono perdido não seria recuperado facilmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;A conta na farmácia passou a ser gigantesca, não tendo nada a ver com artigos de higiene para adultos, e sim fraldas, lencinhos umidecidos, hipoglós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;O medo absurdo de que alguma coisa ou alguém possa fazer mal a ela...  As incertezas se estamos fazendo a coisa certa... a vontade de proteger pra sempre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantas duvidas, tantas perguntas, tantos medos.. e tudo isso passa numa fração de segundo, quando a seguramos nos braços, e ela solta o seu risinho de lado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor mais absoluto... Minha Fernanda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;. Luana "mãe da Fê" Pavonelle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;i&gt;Sei que andei muito sumida, mais esse é o motivo... um excelente motivo... a mais nova surfista da familia: Fernanda!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/3959506647482097688-7784761749157453538?l=ossapatosdela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/feeds/7784761749157453538/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959506647482097688&amp;postID=7784761749157453538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/7784761749157453538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/7784761749157453538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/2011/12/fernanda.html' title='.fer.nan.da.'/><author><name>Luana P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416672271550316244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SmoNtTgV0iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5TrBChfdCw/S220/Her_Red_Shoes_I_by_vampire_zombie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ffHw4ggZRo/TtrlJxjU8CI/AAAAAAAAAHM/HvkAyKL9dtk/s72-c/fe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959506647482097688.post-6428384130930823877</id><published>2010-08-03T10:31:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T18:54:13.405-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de dentro'/><title type='text'>re.tor.no.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/TFiNOmEKwHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gy4F5vTofjc/s1600/4_by_The_Kids_Are_Alright.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501302226708775026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/TFiNOmEKwHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gy4F5vTofjc/s400/4_by_The_Kids_Are_Alright.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Às vezes a dor é tanta que temos vontade de nos esconder do mundo. A solidão passa a ser nossa melhor amiga... Os pensamentos vagam para bem longe, onde tudo volta a ter seu tom colorido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Mas depois de uma longa hibernação, e de finalmente perceber que o mundo continua girando, percebemos que temos que seguir em frente. Retomar a vida, deixar que tudo siga seu rumo. Voltar a receber os amigos com suas palavras doces e reconfortantes e deixar fluir o que sempre teve de melhor: o amor que temos dentro de nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Acreditar que tudo tem o seu curso e o seu tempo determinado, e que Ele lá em cima nunca nos dá uma dor que não podemos suportar. E no final, tirar a melhor lição de tudo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando se tem o amor das pessoas que nos cercam podemos superar todas as dificuldades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Peço desculpas pela ausência, mas era preciso.&lt;br /&gt;Beijos em todos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Luana .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obrigada ao meu Vicente pelo termo de posse que assinou me dando, oficialmente, o seu ombro. E por dizer a cada 5 segundos que me ama.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Imagem: &lt;a href="http://browse.deviantart.com/?q=red" order="'9&amp;amp;offset="&gt;Daqui!&lt;/a&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/3959506647482097688-6428384130930823877?l=ossapatosdela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/feeds/6428384130930823877/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959506647482097688&amp;postID=6428384130930823877&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/6428384130930823877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/6428384130930823877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/2010/08/retorno.html' title='re.tor.no.'/><author><name>Luana P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416672271550316244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SmoNtTgV0iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5TrBChfdCw/S220/Her_Red_Shoes_I_by_vampire_zombie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/TFiNOmEKwHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gy4F5vTofjc/s72-c/4_by_The_Kids_Are_Alright.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959506647482097688.post-1926092000347625454</id><published>2010-02-10T18:25:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T18:28:08.512-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentro dela'/><title type='text'>.re.to.ma.da.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/S3MWv-mky6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/X3Crs89NzQ0/s1600-h/I_found_my_way_by_LadyThanatos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436714188680776610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/S3MWv-mky6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/X3Crs89NzQ0/s400/I_found_my_way_by_LadyThanatos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;E então ela decidiu retomar sua vida de antes. Já era hora de não mais deixar que aquela dor tão profunda tomasse conta de seus passos. Era hora de abrir as janelas e deixar o sol entrar novamente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Ainda sentia-se profundamente dolorida por dentro, mas aos poucos o sorriso foi voltando ao seu rosto. Não foi fácil, não está sendo. Mas ela sabe que assim não vai chegar a lugar algum. O vazio deixado não pode ser preenchido com tristezas e sim com aquela lembrança gostosa que a faz sorrir mesmo que seus olhos estejam marejados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;E ele a compreende, e isso a conforta. Sente seu abraço e seu carinho e é nesse instante que ela, de olhos fechados, agradece por poder contar com aquele coração que já faz parte da sua alma. Ela quer dizer a ele "&lt;em&gt;muito obrigada&lt;/em&gt;", mas entende que não necessita de tais palavras. Ele apenas olha pra ela e sorri o seu sorriso mais bonito sussurrando bem baixinho "&lt;em&gt;eu estarei sempre aqui.&lt;/em&gt;" E ela tem a certeza de que estarão juntos para sempre, na alegria, e também nas tristezas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço desculpas a todos pela longa ausência... Obrigada pelas palavras de carinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Luana.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://ladythanatos.deviantart.com/art/I-found-my-way-64916894"&gt;Daqui.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ladythanatos.deviantart.com/art/I-found-my-way-64916894"&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/3959506647482097688-1926092000347625454?l=ossapatosdela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/feeds/1926092000347625454/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959506647482097688&amp;postID=1926092000347625454&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/1926092000347625454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/1926092000347625454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/2010/02/retomada.html' title='.re.to.ma.da.'/><author><name>Luana P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416672271550316244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SmoNtTgV0iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5TrBChfdCw/S220/Her_Red_Shoes_I_by_vampire_zombie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/S3MWv-mky6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/X3Crs89NzQ0/s72-c/I_found_my_way_by_LadyThanatos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959506647482097688.post-5546024460167004517</id><published>2010-01-20T19:04:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T19:16:50.929-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentro dela'/><title type='text'>.sau.da.des.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/S1dykSX7lJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/aN93SyVcuAk/s1600-h/I__m_like_a_bird_by_almudena_art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428933843551491218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/S1dykSX7lJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/aN93SyVcuAk/s400/I__m_like_a_bird_by_almudena_art.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;E então num dia lindo, de céu azul ela nos deixou.&lt;br /&gt;Seu sorriso franco, seu abraço acolhedor... E as historias que sempre contava para que não sentissemos mais medo.&lt;br /&gt;O jeito simples de enxergar a vida, e ao mesmo tempo tão sábia.&lt;br /&gt;A maneira singela de contar como tinha conhecido o grande amor da sua vida e de como sentia tanta falta, mesmo depois de 5 anos, do seu parceiro de uma vida inteira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica aquele aperto no peito. Não mais o cheiro de bolo recem saido do forno, ou o remedinho caseiro em dias de febre, ou mesmo o cheiro do perfume preferido espalhado pela casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que nos consola, se é que temos consolo, é saber que de agora em diante estarão juntos para sempre. E que a estrela que antes ficava no céu sozinha a velar por nós, agora tem sua companheira para não mais se separarem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Fica uma saudade de vó...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Luana e Leticia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Imagem &lt;a href="http://almudena-art.deviantart.com/art/I-m-like-a-bird-105479019"&gt;Daqui.&lt;/a&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/3959506647482097688-5546024460167004517?l=ossapatosdela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/feeds/5546024460167004517/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959506647482097688&amp;postID=5546024460167004517&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/5546024460167004517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/5546024460167004517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/2010/01/saudades.html' title='.sau.da.des.'/><author><name>Luana P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416672271550316244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SmoNtTgV0iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5TrBChfdCw/S220/Her_Red_Shoes_I_by_vampire_zombie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/S1dykSX7lJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/aN93SyVcuAk/s72-c/I__m_like_a_bird_by_almudena_art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959506647482097688.post-6543389355855634734</id><published>2009-12-01T09:51:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T10:16:21.190-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentro dela'/><title type='text'>.a.pren.di.za.do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SxUI90P3j7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/IXdhXT47E-0/s1600/Feel_the_grass_on_your_feet_by_purpleface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410240385445760946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SxUI90P3j7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/IXdhXT47E-0/s400/Feel_the_grass_on_your_feet_by_purpleface.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Eles vivem num mundo repleto de amor. Mas não pensem que tudo são flores. Há dias em que o "caldo desanda", em que os opostos não se atraem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Um dia em que ele quer café e ela leite; ela um filme romântico e ele um de ação bem sangrento; crises de mau humor dele e ataque e silêncio dela; ele lua e ela sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Esses dias não são frequentes, acontecem muito raramente... Mas ensinam a eles que a diferença existe, está bem ali e que juntos precisam conviver e aprender com ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Sim, eles também tem defeitos, e sabem que a melhor maneira de resolver tudo isso e com diálogo, paciência e muito amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Amor esse que eles tem de sobra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Eles sabem que o pior nele encaixa perfeitamente no melhor que tem nela e vice versa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Quando o dia termina e eles resolvem ir dormir, sabem que o que menos importa um pro outro são os "defeitos". Eles sabem que conseguirão aprender um com o outro e tem a certeza de que ficarão juntos pra sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Luana Pavonelle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Imagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://purpleface.deviantart.com/art/Feel-the-grass-on-your-feet-137028228"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daqui!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&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/3959506647482097688-6543389355855634734?l=ossapatosdela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/feeds/6543389355855634734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959506647482097688&amp;postID=6543389355855634734&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/6543389355855634734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/6543389355855634734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/2009/12/aprendizado.html' title='.a.pren.di.za.do.'/><author><name>Luana P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416672271550316244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SmoNtTgV0iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5TrBChfdCw/S220/Her_Red_Shoes_I_by_vampire_zombie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SxUI90P3j7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/IXdhXT47E-0/s72-c/Feel_the_grass_on_your_feet_by_purpleface.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959506647482097688.post-4230662772245177793</id><published>2009-11-16T14:06:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T14:28:01.622-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentro dela'/><title type='text'>.sim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SwF8OIPx0zI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0u1LSXpndrA/s1600/Jessie_and_Rob___03_by_achfoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404737609994982194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SwF8OIPx0zI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0u1LSXpndrA/s400/Jessie_and_Rob___03_by_achfoo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;05 de Abril de 2008...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;E então chegou o grande dia. O dia em que todos poderiam compartilhar um pouco daquele amor que sentiam um pelo outro com as outras pessoas que faziam parte de suas vidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Escolheram o dia com muito cuidado, o dia em que fariam exatos um ano em que tudo começou. O lugar era perfeito, ouvia-se ao fundo o barulho das ondas, e a hora não poderia ser mais bela, na hora mágica, o Sol estaria tocando suavemente o mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;O caminho que a levaria até ele estava contornado por velas e ela pisaria num tapete de pétalas de rosa, rosas vermelhas, para simbolizar todo o caminho que percorreram até esse dia, um caminho de respeito, olhares, sorrisos e muito amor.&lt;br /&gt;Ele esperava por ela e quando seus olhares se cruzaram, os dois tiveram a certeza de que fora a melhor escolha de suas vidas. Tiveram a certeza nesse segundo de que estariam, dali pra frente, juntos para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;E fizeram seus votos, e o repetem, todos os dias desde então. Mas não precisam de palavras para isso, basta uma simples troca de olhares, para reviverem o instante em que juntos disseram: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sim...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Luana Pavonelle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://achfoo.deviantart.com/art/Jessie-and-Rob-03-50663203"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Daqui!&lt;/span&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/3959506647482097688-4230662772245177793?l=ossapatosdela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/feeds/4230662772245177793/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959506647482097688&amp;postID=4230662772245177793&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/4230662772245177793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/4230662772245177793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/2009/11/sim.html' title='.sim.'/><author><name>Luana P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416672271550316244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SmoNtTgV0iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5TrBChfdCw/S220/Her_Red_Shoes_I_by_vampire_zombie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SwF8OIPx0zI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0u1LSXpndrA/s72-c/Jessie_and_Rob___03_by_achfoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959506647482097688.post-7498002764804516697</id><published>2009-11-07T15:27:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T15:52:26.150-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentro dela'/><title type='text'>.fu.são.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SvWzte2wLjI/AAAAAAAAAGI/s9pAV6rHTqs/s1600-h/Two_Shoes_2_by_andreicd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401420922058976818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SvWzte2wLjI/AAAAAAAAAGI/s9pAV6rHTqs/s400/Two_Shoes_2_by_andreicd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Quando seus pés tocaram a areia naquela manhã, ela se sentiu em casa. O vento leve, tocou seus cabelos, e então ela sorriu. Os problemas do dia a dia pareciam não mais existir. Andou até que a água do mar pudesse tocar seus pés, sempre amou essa sensação. Segue como se fosse um ritual particular. Deixa que seus pés toquem na água, olha para o mar, seu companheiro desde os 8 anos quando ganhou sua primeira prancha, sorri para ele como se agradecesse pela companhia de tantos anos e abre os braços, como se quisesse abraçar todas as ondas. Depois, com o mesmo sorriso, coloca a prancha na água e rema, e espera espera pela chegada dela.&lt;br /&gt;E ela surge, linda, perfeita como se estivesse ali somente para ela. Ela levanta, e desliza tocando de leve com suas mãos nela. O mundo para, como se só o que existisse fosse ela, sua prancha e o mar. Segue esse mesmo roteiro por horas a fio, se sentindo parte de tudo aquilo. Nesses momentos é como se houvesse uma fusão: mar + prancha + ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;E então, na hora de ir embora desse seu refúgio, ela para novamente em frente ao mar, toca com suas mãos a espuma, sorri e agradece prometendo que votará ali logo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;O cheiro da maresia, o gosto salgado na boca e o vento em seus cabelos... Poucas coisas no mundo a deixam assim tão plena como uma belo dia de surf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Luana Pavonelle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Agradeço sempre ao meu pai, Ernesto, que me deu a primeira prancha e com quem amo dividir um dia como esse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Imagem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://andreicd.deviantart.com/art/Two-Shoes-2-138871896"&gt;Daqui&lt;/a&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/3959506647482097688-7498002764804516697?l=ossapatosdela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/feeds/7498002764804516697/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959506647482097688&amp;postID=7498002764804516697&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/7498002764804516697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/7498002764804516697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/2009/11/fusao.html' title='.fu.são.'/><author><name>Luana P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416672271550316244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SmoNtTgV0iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5TrBChfdCw/S220/Her_Red_Shoes_I_by_vampire_zombie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SvWzte2wLjI/AAAAAAAAAGI/s9pAV6rHTqs/s72-c/Two_Shoes_2_by_andreicd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959506647482097688.post-2623776236887504609</id><published>2009-10-29T13:55:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T14:22:18.127-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de fora'/><title type='text'>.pre.sen.te. - parte 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Ganhei mais esse selinho:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 111px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 136px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398057885258858722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SunBC-fZwOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ib1KGC1ioOs/s400/Selinho_Sinonimy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Dessa vez foi a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tudoemumso.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Myÿ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;que me presenteou.&lt;br /&gt;As regras são as seguintes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Dizer algumas características minhas, e repassar o selinho para 6 pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;P.S.: Para essa tarefa liguei para o Vicente e pedi que ele me dissesse algumas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;- Decidida;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;- Detalhista; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;- Um pouco Impaciente;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;- Otimista; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;- Amorosa; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;- Responsável;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;E como faltou uma que ele não disse, fica a meu encargo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;ÓTIMA&lt;/strong&gt; SURFISTA!!! (Rssssssss)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As escolhidas são:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;- A &lt;a href="http://aladoblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cá&lt;/a&gt; do Coração Alado; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;- A &lt;a href="http://ensaiosraros.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rá&lt;/a&gt; do Ensaios Raros; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;- A &lt;a href="http://bah-cherry.blogspot.com/"&gt;Baah&lt;/a&gt; do Baah Cherry;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;- A &lt;a href="http://hosanalemos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hosana&lt;/a&gt; do Esboços e Cores;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;- A &lt;a href="http://nih-itala.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ítala&lt;/a&gt; do Ítala;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;- A &lt;a href="http://thaistataziinha.blogspot.com/"&gt;Thais &lt;/a&gt;do Meu Infinito (quase) Particular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;Beijos em TODAS!&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/3959506647482097688-2623776236887504609?l=ossapatosdela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/feeds/2623776236887504609/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959506647482097688&amp;postID=2623776236887504609&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/2623776236887504609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/2623776236887504609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/2009/10/presente-parte-2.html' title='.pre.sen.te. - parte 2'/><author><name>Luana P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416672271550316244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SmoNtTgV0iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5TrBChfdCw/S220/Her_Red_Shoes_I_by_vampire_zombie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SunBC-fZwOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ib1KGC1ioOs/s72-c/Selinho_Sinonimy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959506647482097688.post-6362721832065414643</id><published>2009-10-26T15:26:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:44:13.584-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentro deles'/><title type='text'>.con.ver.sa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SuXfhKQprVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/nihRHoXT8a8/s1600-h/Passion____by_Lazulyte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396965489256279378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SuXfhKQprVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/nihRHoXT8a8/s400/Passion____by_Lazulyte.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Era tarde da noite, eles estavam enroscados como costumam fazer. Ele com os braços a envolvendo como se quisesse protege-la de toda a dor que pudesse se aproximar. Ela com o roston encaixado no seu pescoço, sentindo que ali é melhor lugar do mundo para se estar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Ela se levanta olha dentro dos olhos dele, e diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;"- &lt;em&gt;Quando vi o seu sorriso na primeira vez que saimos, tive a certeza de que era com você que passaria o resto dos meus dias&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Ele sorriu, um sorriso que era só dela, e completou:&lt;br /&gt;"- &lt;em&gt;E assim que olhei nos seus olhos compreendi que a minha vida só passou a ter sentido quando você passou a fazer parte dela&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;E assim a noite se tornou ainda mais encantada do que costuma ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Luana Pavonelle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Imagem &lt;a href="http://lazulyte.deviantart.com/art/Passion-50652967"&gt;Daqui!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obs.:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Devido a um virus muito malvado, eu estava sem poder acessar o blog... Mas agora tudo foi sanado. Peço desculpas pela ausência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959506647482097688-6362721832065414643?l=ossapatosdela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/feeds/6362721832065414643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959506647482097688&amp;postID=6362721832065414643&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/6362721832065414643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/6362721832065414643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/2009/10/conversa.html' title='.con.ver.sa.'/><author><name>Luana P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416672271550316244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SmoNtTgV0iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5TrBChfdCw/S220/Her_Red_Shoes_I_by_vampire_zombie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SuXfhKQprVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/nihRHoXT8a8/s72-c/Passion____by_Lazulyte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959506647482097688.post-5974631260757789608</id><published>2009-10-02T18:56:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T19:00:27.177-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de fora'/><title type='text'>rio.de.janeiro.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;"O Rio de Janeiro continua lindo&lt;br /&gt;O Rio de Janeiro continua sendo..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z00jjc-WtZI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z00jjc-WtZI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;(Aquele Abraço - Gilberto Gil)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;Uma salva de palmas para a "minha" Cidade Maravilhosa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Luana Pavonelle.&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/3959506647482097688-5974631260757789608?l=ossapatosdela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/feeds/5974631260757789608/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959506647482097688&amp;postID=5974631260757789608&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/5974631260757789608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/5974631260757789608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/2009/10/riodejaneiro.html' title='rio.de.janeiro.'/><author><name>Luana P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416672271550316244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SmoNtTgV0iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5TrBChfdCw/S220/Her_Red_Shoes_I_by_vampire_zombie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959506647482097688.post-3930657632932157201</id><published>2009-09-28T09:27:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T11:11:52.345-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentro dela'/><title type='text'>a.ro.mas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SsCwHw_eVeI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ksOh5GR_SY8/s1600-h/Heart_shaped_rain_drops_by_vallendester.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386498801791817186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SsCwHw_eVeI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ksOh5GR_SY8/s400/Heart_shaped_rain_drops_by_vallendester.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Existem aromas que ficam na nossa lembrança: cheiro de café fresquinho que me lembra a infância, terra molhada quando chove, cheiro de mar que me invade e me faz pegar a prancha as 5h da manhã e surfar até não poder mais, cheiro de bolo saindo do forno, cheiro de primavera com suas flores coloridas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Mas existe um cheiro que não tem descrição: o cheiro do &lt;em&gt;amor&lt;/em&gt;. Quando ele passa com seu andar encantador e a fragrância da sua pele me faz viajar no seu caminhar. E quando ele sorri... Ahhh! quando ele sorri, o perfume mais doce toma conta do meu entorno, e me sinto completamente inebriada por ele. Quando ele me encara com aquele olhar de quem entende perfeitamente o que eu desejo, sem nem dizer uma palavra, sinto como se estivesse no meio de um campo de flores do campo com toda a sua leveza e suavidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Existem milhares de aromas que se espalham por toda parte, mas o dele é especial, é o que me faz acordar todos os dias com a certeza de que é o cheiro dele que quero sentir pro resto dos meus dias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Luana Pavonelle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Imagem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vallendester.deviantart.com/art/Heart-shaped-rain-drops-73866981"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daqui!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/3959506647482097688-3930657632932157201?l=ossapatosdela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/feeds/3930657632932157201/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959506647482097688&amp;postID=3930657632932157201&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/3930657632932157201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/3930657632932157201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/2009/09/aromas.html' title='a.ro.mas.'/><author><name>Luana P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416672271550316244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SmoNtTgV0iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5TrBChfdCw/S220/Her_Red_Shoes_I_by_vampire_zombie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SsCwHw_eVeI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ksOh5GR_SY8/s72-c/Heart_shaped_rain_drops_by_vallendester.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959506647482097688.post-2088858002802297937</id><published>2009-09-15T13:36:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T13:50:52.762-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentro dela'/><title type='text'>.re.cor.da.ções.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/Sq_Fjvp5UwI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ZxPch7bwkMA/s1600-h/Put_on_your_dancing_shoes__by_3191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381737297609315074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/Sq_Fjvp5UwI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ZxPch7bwkMA/s400/Put_on_your_dancing_shoes__by_3191.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Toda vez que decide ir naquela casa, e no exato segundo em que e coloca a mão na maçaneta da porta o mundo para, e seu coração é invadido de boas recordações: o balanço pendurado na árvore, o cheiro de café fresquinho vindo da cozinha, o jornal que não podia ser mexido antes do dono ler (e ela só gostava de ler os quadrinhos...), as histórias contadas com a luz apagada, as fotos postas em molduras em cima do piano. Cada uma contando um momento da sua vida: nascimento, batizado, primeiro aniversário, primeira comunhão, o primeiro dia de surf, formaturas e casamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Seus passos são guiados por um cheiro indescritivel do seu bolo preferido, e então seguindo até o jardim a vê sentada embaixo da árvore mais frondosa, dando de comer aos passarinhos que a visitam todos os dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Seus olhares se cruzam e ela pode sentir o tanto de amor que sentem uma pela outra. Elas abrem um sorriso, abrem os braços e aquele abraço que tantas vezes a consolou ainda está lá. Com seus olhos marejados e a voz embargada, ela faz sua declaração de amor: "Eu te amo, vó!"&lt;br /&gt;E ficam ali contemplando aquele momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Luana Pavonelle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Imagem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3191.deviantart.com/art/Put-on-your-dancing-shoes-93647960"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daqui.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;É bom estar de volta, apesar de ficar na correria foi mto bom poder cuidar do meu "paciente". Rssss...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959506647482097688-2088858002802297937?l=ossapatosdela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/feeds/2088858002802297937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959506647482097688&amp;postID=2088858002802297937&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/2088858002802297937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/2088858002802297937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/2009/09/recordacoes.html' title='.re.cor.da.ções.'/><author><name>Luana P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416672271550316244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SmoNtTgV0iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5TrBChfdCw/S220/Her_Red_Shoes_I_by_vampire_zombie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/Sq_Fjvp5UwI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ZxPch7bwkMA/s72-c/Put_on_your_dancing_shoes__by_3191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959506647482097688.post-7026174315118860105</id><published>2009-09-08T19:39:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T16:09:55.086-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentro dela'/><title type='text'>.a.vi.so.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/Sqf86E_qgzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QeyrdpEGmTw/s1600-h/red_no__6073_by_tornados_and_owls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379546354620728114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/Sqf86E_qgzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QeyrdpEGmTw/s400/red_no__6073_by_tornados_and_owls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Meus Queridos Amigos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venho aqui dar uma justificativa sobre o motivo de não estar postando e nem deixando comentários nos blogs que tanto gosto de acompanhar.&lt;br /&gt;O Vicente pegou uma gripe muito forte, chegamos até mesmo suspeitar que fosse a Gripe A, mas Graças a Deus é "somente" uma gripe comum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Enquanto ele se recupera, estou sem tempo para o blog, entro aqui só para aceitar os comentários. Assim que ele estiver curado eu volto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Beijos em todos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.Luana Pavonelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tornados-and-owls.deviantart.com/art/red-no-6073-86514721"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Daqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959506647482097688-7026174315118860105?l=ossapatosdela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/feeds/7026174315118860105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959506647482097688&amp;postID=7026174315118860105&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/7026174315118860105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/7026174315118860105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/2009/09/aviso.html' title='.a.vi.so.'/><author><name>Luana P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416672271550316244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SmoNtTgV0iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5TrBChfdCw/S220/Her_Red_Shoes_I_by_vampire_zombie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/Sqf86E_qgzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QeyrdpEGmTw/s72-c/red_no__6073_by_tornados_and_owls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959506647482097688.post-7258506108537060712</id><published>2009-09-02T08:50:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T14:45:34.096-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentro dela'/><title type='text'>.pe.di.dos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/Sp6tbQsOiqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/27nnzXTNPYE/s1600-h/There_are_days_by_vampire_zombie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376925688975493794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/Sp6tbQsOiqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/27nnzXTNPYE/s400/There_are_days_by_vampire_zombie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Quando ainda era bem pequena tinha a mania de deitar na grama logo assim que a lua despontava no céu e ficava ali, parada, observando bem quietinha o pisca-pisca das primeiras estrelas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Escolhia a mais brilhante e então fechava os olhos com força e fazia o seu pedido. Pedia um dia de sol bem bonito, pedia para que a bala de caramelo que tanto gostava nunca deixasse de ser vendida, pedia para que Rasta, seu cachorrinho lindo, vivesse pra sempre.&lt;br /&gt;A menina foi crescendo e alguns pedidos foram se modificando.&lt;br /&gt;Pedidos para ter a serenidade necessária no trabalho, que as ondas do mar fiquem sempre clássicas, e agora é a vez de pedir para Zig, seu gatinho, viver para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Mas o que mudou realmente, é que a menina não deita mais sozinha na grama, e dividi com o menino do sorriso encantador a estrela mais brilhante. Juntos deitam de mãos dadas e fazem pedidos a ela: de ter o amor um do outro pra sempre, de que Julia e Pedro possam logo fazer parte de suas vidas e de que amanhã faça um lindo dia de sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Luana Pavonelle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagem &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vampire-zombie.deviantart.com/art/There-are-days-115238408"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daqui!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/3959506647482097688-7258506108537060712?l=ossapatosdela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/feeds/7258506108537060712/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959506647482097688&amp;postID=7258506108537060712&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/7258506108537060712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/7258506108537060712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/2009/09/pedidos.html' title='.pe.di.dos.'/><author><name>Luana P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416672271550316244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SmoNtTgV0iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5TrBChfdCw/S220/Her_Red_Shoes_I_by_vampire_zombie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/Sp6tbQsOiqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/27nnzXTNPYE/s72-c/There_are_days_by_vampire_zombie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959506647482097688.post-3153367107874921564</id><published>2009-08-29T23:24:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:58:35.490-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentro deles'/><title type='text'>.qua.li.da.des.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/Spnqb92z3PI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/LNUlk2OmO7I/s1600-h/Colagem+do+Picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375585396425219314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/Spnqb92z3PI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/LNUlk2OmO7I/s400/Colagem+do+Picnik.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Ele tem olhos da cor do mar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Ela tem sorriso de algodão doce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Ele tem uma voz que a hipnotiza;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Ela tem um jeito de andar que o paralisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Ele é forte e a protege de tudo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Ela é alegre e trouxe cor para a vida dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Ele é generoso e divide seu coração com ela;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Ela é paciente e sorri quando ele fica mau humorado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Ele fica lindo com seu all star; Ela fica elegante com seus sapatos vermelhos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Ele é gentil; Ela é linda; Ele é honesto; Ela é companheira;&lt;br /&gt;Ele é sincero; Ela é solidária;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Eles amam o mar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Eles amam foundue em dia frio;&lt;br /&gt;Eles amam um bom filme;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Eles amam tomar café da manhã juntos;&lt;br /&gt;Eles amam dormir de conchinha;&lt;br /&gt;Eles se amam!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele é dela... e Ela é dele!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;.Luana &amp;amp; Vicente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagem&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://0-beija-flor-0.deviantart.com/art/Old-Stars-116395660"&gt;Daqui&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://izzylockett.deviantart.com/art/sexy-red-shoes-65952586"&gt;Daqui&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://jeeesssicaaa.deviantart.com/art/surf-43156550"&gt;Daqui&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Esse post foi mais que especial, o Vi escreveu ele junto comigo... e só pra constar: Longe de nós sermos perfeitos!Rssss...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959506647482097688-3153367107874921564?l=ossapatosdela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/feeds/3153367107874921564/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959506647482097688&amp;postID=3153367107874921564&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/3153367107874921564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/3153367107874921564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/2009/08/qualidades.html' title='.qua.li.da.des.'/><author><name>Luana P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416672271550316244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SmoNtTgV0iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5TrBChfdCw/S220/Her_Red_Shoes_I_by_vampire_zombie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/Spnqb92z3PI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/LNUlk2OmO7I/s72-c/Colagem+do+Picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959506647482097688.post-8000503149188405694</id><published>2009-08-27T15:12:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T20:55:28.287-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de fora'/><title type='text'>.me.me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SpbUiXdqv0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/fBXWI3J3XMQ/s1600-h/Going_to_Wonderland_by_Likeafairy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374716892192358210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SpbUiXdqv0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/fBXWI3J3XMQ/s400/Going_to_Wonderland_by_Likeafairy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Recebi esse meme do blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://aladoblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Coração Alado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;, que consiste em:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esta carta que escrevi faz parte de um meme proposto por Daniele Vieira. Foi proposto que os indicados fizessem uma carta como se rompensem com um certo alguém. A idéia da minha querida amiga escritora foi inspirada na exposição Cuide de Você, da francesa Sophie Calle, que convidou 104 mulheres para interpretarem um email de seu ex-namorado que gostaria de romper o relacionamento de ambos."&lt;br /&gt;Regras do Meme:&lt;br /&gt;1. Escrever uma carta como se você estivesse rompendo com o seu namorado (a).&lt;br /&gt;2. Escrever uma carta e uma breve explicação do que é o meme (como a que fiz acima).&lt;br /&gt;3. Indicar 5 pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;Os Indicados são: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://ensaiosraros.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ensaios Raros&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://p-s-quesejadoce.blogspot.com/"&gt;Que Seja Doce&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://eucaliptosnajanela.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eucaliptos na Janela&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://dreycka.blogspot.com/"&gt;Another Thoughts&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://quatroecinco.blogspot.com/"&gt;Desesperada Busca por Sentidos&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Observações:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1-&lt;/strong&gt; Espero que não se importe de começar descrevendo uma cena, para então mostrar a carta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2-&lt;/strong&gt; Os nomes são ficticios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O Desfecho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ela está no apartamento dele, se esquiva vagorosamente da cama, veste suas roupas, com máximo de cuidado para não acordá-lo. Olha para ele, sabe que é pela última vez. Pega os seus sapatos e vai até a sala, onde pega o bloco de anotações dele, senta na mesa e começa a escrever:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Marcos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lamento que seja assim, com essa falta de coragem de te encarar, não resistiria a esse seu olhar e mais uma vez adiaria o inadiável. Faz tempo que a nossa cumplicidade não é mais a mesma, perdemos o brilho do olhar, não nos interessamos mais pelas mesmas coisas e essa sua incessante mania de dizer que tudo vai ficar bem mesmo com o céu caindo sobre nossas cabeças, já não me cabe mais.&lt;br /&gt;Também não posso negar que tivemos momentos bons... Mas acho que é isso, foram apenas momentos "bons". Não nego que tive minha parcela de culpa, nunca me entreguei verdadeiramente, mas talvez nunca tenha sentido da sua parte que seria de verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero um amor que me traga comodidade, quero um amor que me queime por dentro.&lt;br /&gt;Seja feliz, siga em frente. É o que farei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lilian&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Luana Pavonelle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Imagem &lt;a href="http://likeafairy.deviantart.com/art/Going-to-Wonderland-63071549"&gt;Daqui.&lt;/a&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/3959506647482097688-8000503149188405694?l=ossapatosdela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/feeds/8000503149188405694/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959506647482097688&amp;postID=8000503149188405694&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/8000503149188405694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/8000503149188405694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/2009/08/meme.html' title='.me.me.'/><author><name>Luana P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416672271550316244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SmoNtTgV0iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5TrBChfdCw/S220/Her_Red_Shoes_I_by_vampire_zombie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SpbUiXdqv0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/fBXWI3J3XMQ/s72-c/Going_to_Wonderland_by_Likeafairy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959506647482097688.post-5960740208967615482</id><published>2009-08-26T17:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T17:34:07.985-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de fora'/><title type='text'>.di.ca.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Gostaria de compartilhar com vocês o site da &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soniahirsch.com/"&gt;Sonia Hirsch.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Além de escrever livros super interessantes: &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://correcotia.com/"&gt;Pão Emagrece, Amor Engorda; Manual do Herói; Só para Mulheres entre outros&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;ela também escreve para a Revista Bons Fluidos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que curtam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Luana Pavonelle.&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/3959506647482097688-5960740208967615482?l=ossapatosdela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/feeds/5960740208967615482/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959506647482097688&amp;postID=5960740208967615482&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/5960740208967615482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/5960740208967615482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/2009/08/dica.html' title='.di.ca.'/><author><name>Luana P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416672271550316244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SmoNtTgV0iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5TrBChfdCw/S220/Her_Red_Shoes_I_by_vampire_zombie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959506647482097688.post-3303346481485653568</id><published>2009-08-24T11:33:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T11:44:40.376-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentro deles'/><title type='text'>.sa.be.do.ria.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SpKnQOIxM4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/xrIdHv1bsgA/s1600-h/Red_Shoes_by_BlackAlley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373541202521043842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SpKnQOIxM4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/xrIdHv1bsgA/s400/Red_Shoes_by_BlackAlley.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Porque é bom acordar de manhã e saber que você está logo ali, ao alcance do meu abraço;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Porque é bom sair pra trabalhar com você me levando e cantarolando minha música favorita;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Porque é bom passar o dia pensando em você;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Porque é bom chegar em casa e descobrir que você pediu nossa comida favorita para o jantar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Porque é bom tomar um banho bem gostoso e vestir aquela sua camisa que você tanto gosta e que fica tão bem em mim;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Tudo isso é, verdadeiramente, muito bom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Mas o melhor é saber entender que o seu sorriso e o seu olhar são direcionados só pra mim, e que a noite será o complemento do que é ter você comigo pelo resto de nossas vidas!&lt;br /&gt;Eu Te Amo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Luana Pavonelle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagem&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blackalley.deviantart.com/art/Red-Shoes-46015345"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Daqui!&lt;/span&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/3959506647482097688-3303346481485653568?l=ossapatosdela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/feeds/3303346481485653568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959506647482097688&amp;postID=3303346481485653568&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/3303346481485653568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/3303346481485653568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/2009/08/sabedoria.html' title='.sa.be.do.ria.'/><author><name>Luana P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416672271550316244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SmoNtTgV0iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5TrBChfdCw/S220/Her_Red_Shoes_I_by_vampire_zombie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SpKnQOIxM4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/xrIdHv1bsgA/s72-c/Red_Shoes_by_BlackAlley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959506647482097688.post-6726061551535583862</id><published>2009-08-21T00:18:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T00:34:50.372-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentro dela'/><title type='text'>.le.ti.cia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/So4VkrZ-P8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/zTjyooh6g2A/s1600-h/Gothic_Lolita_Shoes_by_fayedilion.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372255125370716098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/So4VkrZ-P8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/zTjyooh6g2A/s400/Gothic_Lolita_Shoes_by_fayedilion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Sempre se sentiu uma menina de sorte... Mas depois que ela chegou, e veio se juntar a eles, o seu mundo tornou-se mais &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;o.&lt;/strong&gt; A certeza de que nunca mais estaria sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;Os dias ficaram mais felizes,o céu mais azul e sol mais brilhante.&lt;br /&gt;Ela chegou, e com ela trouxe sorrisos, travessuras e segredos que compartilham juntas até hoje.&lt;br /&gt;Existe entre elas uma espécie de sexto sentido. E uma doçura que as envolve. Elas sabem que vão sempre estar ali uma para a outra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Hoje é um dia feliz, uma dia encantado, dia da menina dos olhos cor de mel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje é dia de LETÍCIA!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Feliz Aniversário, minha irmã que eu amo tanto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Luana Pavonelle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fayedilion.deviantart.com/art/Gothic-Lolita-Shoes-81266878"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;daqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959506647482097688-6726061551535583862?l=ossapatosdela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/feeds/6726061551535583862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959506647482097688&amp;postID=6726061551535583862&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/6726061551535583862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/6726061551535583862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/2009/08/leticia.html' title='.le.ti.cia.'/><author><name>Luana P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416672271550316244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SmoNtTgV0iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5TrBChfdCw/S220/Her_Red_Shoes_I_by_vampire_zombie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/So4VkrZ-P8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/zTjyooh6g2A/s72-c/Gothic_Lolita_Shoes_by_fayedilion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959506647482097688.post-7582513737813573956</id><published>2009-08-18T15:34:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T15:51:13.835-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentro deles'/><title type='text'>.si.lên.cios.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/Sor2CZe8ljI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0qmC0bJoKKc/s1600-h/Shoe_Beach_by_Sammy_Amy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371376026653595186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/Sor2CZe8ljI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0qmC0bJoKKc/s400/Shoe_Beach_by_Sammy_Amy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Fazia um lindo dia de calor. Sol, praia, surf... Eles se sentam de mãos dadas em frente ao mar para ouvir o barulho das ondas e esperar o pôr do sol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Compartilham seus silêncios.&lt;br /&gt;Não precisam de palavras, sentem-se plenos por estarem juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Sabem que pro resto de suas vidas irão partilhar esse momento, se olham, se abraçam e selam esse final de dia com o beijo mais doce que exite dentro neles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Luana Pavonelle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Imagem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sammy-amy.deviantart.com/art/Shoe-Beach-48347020"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Daqui&lt;/span&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/3959506647482097688-7582513737813573956?l=ossapatosdela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/feeds/7582513737813573956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959506647482097688&amp;postID=7582513737813573956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/7582513737813573956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/7582513737813573956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/2009/08/fazia-um-lindo-dia-de-calor.html' title='.si.lên.cios.'/><author><name>Luana P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416672271550316244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SmoNtTgV0iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5TrBChfdCw/S220/Her_Red_Shoes_I_by_vampire_zombie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/Sor2CZe8ljI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0qmC0bJoKKc/s72-c/Shoe_Beach_by_Sammy_Amy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959506647482097688.post-8479174880852915803</id><published>2009-08-15T20:10:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T20:31:37.789-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentro deles'/><title type='text'>.es.ta.ções.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SodEWkaWTvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/96CdlD_ibfg/s1600-h/__even_smell_flowers__by_punkshits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370336235184606962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SodEWkaWTvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/96CdlD_ibfg/s400/__even_smell_flowers__by_punkshits.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Os dias de &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;inverno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; a deixam amuada. Ela é do sol, do céu azul e do mar... E nesses dias frios se sente fora do seu mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Ele sabe disso, e faz de tudo para com que os dias fiquem com jeito do &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;verão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, aquecidos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Prepara o café da manhã do jeito que ela gosta, coloca sua musica favorita pra tocar e sem se esquecer das frutas para que seu quarto tenha o sabor do &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;outono&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Ela sorri, um sorriso que ele sabe ser só dele. Diz seu "bom dia" com aquela carinha de sono que ele tanto adora, e o resto do dia passa a ter o perfume da &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;primavera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Luana Pavonelle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Imagem &lt;a href="http://punkshits.deviantart.com/art/even-smell-flowers-81948911"&gt;Daqui.&lt;/a&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/3959506647482097688-8479174880852915803?l=ossapatosdela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/feeds/8479174880852915803/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959506647482097688&amp;postID=8479174880852915803&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/8479174880852915803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/8479174880852915803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/2009/08/estacoes.html' title='.es.ta.ções.'/><author><name>Luana P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416672271550316244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SmoNtTgV0iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5TrBChfdCw/S220/Her_Red_Shoes_I_by_vampire_zombie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SodEWkaWTvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/96CdlD_ibfg/s72-c/__even_smell_flowers__by_punkshits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959506647482097688.post-6954753858868143296</id><published>2009-08-13T09:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T09:17:32.783-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de fora'/><title type='text'>.pre.sen.te.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SoQDoFRhC6I/AAAAAAAAADo/alHeNLUyVZg/s1600-h/selo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369420642877770658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SoQDoFRhC6I/AAAAAAAAADo/alHeNLUyVZg/s400/selo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Ganhei de Presente!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada &lt;a href="http://ensaiosraros.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rá&lt;/a&gt; pelo carinho e pelas palavras delicadas que sempre tem comigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;A brincadeira consiste em dizer 5 coisas que eu adoro, vamos a elas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;- Chocolate quente feito pelo meu pai;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;- Ouvir o Vi(cente) tocando violão;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;- Surfar até não aguentar mais;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;- Filme embaixo do edredon em dia de frio;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;- Tomar um belo banho de chuva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora preciso passar a bola e indicar 5 blogs para o selo, são eles:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://meuoculosescuro.blogspot.com/"&gt;Catherine&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://eucaliptosnajanela.blogspot.com/"&gt;Solange&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://aladoblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Coração Alado&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://p-s-quesejadoce.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cris&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://liricass.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jaya&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;Beijos carinhosos em todos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Luana Pavonelle.&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/3959506647482097688-6954753858868143296?l=ossapatosdela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/feeds/6954753858868143296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959506647482097688&amp;postID=6954753858868143296&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/6954753858868143296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/6954753858868143296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/2009/08/presente.html' title='.pre.sen.te.'/><author><name>Luana P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416672271550316244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SmoNtTgV0iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5TrBChfdCw/S220/Her_Red_Shoes_I_by_vampire_zombie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SoQDoFRhC6I/AAAAAAAAADo/alHeNLUyVZg/s72-c/selo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959506647482097688.post-6164390366080505787</id><published>2009-08-12T09:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T10:01:18.842-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentro deles'/><title type='text'>.pe.di.do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SoK86Yu40yI/AAAAAAAAADg/EQ28ImuoUHU/s1600-h/Colagem+do+Picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369061417036600098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SoK86Yu40yI/AAAAAAAAADg/EQ28ImuoUHU/s320/Colagem+do+Picnik.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Ele estava com aquele semblante sério, de quando precisa falar algo importante. Sentaram-se no sofá recém comprado. Segurou as mãos dela firmemente junto as suas, beijou-as delicadamente, e retirando um anel do dedo, perguntou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Quer ser minha prá sempre&lt;/em&gt;?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como de costume lágrimas saltaram dos olhos dela, e a resposta veio na forma de um abraço apertado e um sorriso que daria para iluminar o Universo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Luana Pavonelle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagens &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://rothermrebeka.deviantart.com/art/red-shoes-117989797"&gt;Daqui&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://georgiaflower.deviantart.com/art/Red-Shoes-93627904"&gt;daqui&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ciarox06.deviantart.com/art/Ring-27601623"&gt;daqui &lt;/a&gt;e &lt;a href="http://lildevl.deviantart.com/art/flowers-34735046"&gt;daqui&lt;/a&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/3959506647482097688-6164390366080505787?l=ossapatosdela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/feeds/6164390366080505787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959506647482097688&amp;postID=6164390366080505787&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/6164390366080505787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/6164390366080505787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/2009/08/pedido.html' title='.pe.di.do.'/><author><name>Luana P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416672271550316244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SmoNtTgV0iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5TrBChfdCw/S220/Her_Red_Shoes_I_by_vampire_zombie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SoK86Yu40yI/AAAAAAAAADg/EQ28ImuoUHU/s72-c/Colagem+do+Picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959506647482097688.post-9218086791809171835</id><published>2009-08-11T09:32:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:40:26.324-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentro deles'/><title type='text'>.e.ter.ni.da.de.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;E no dia marcado, eles se reencontraram. E agora o mundo se transformou em dias coloridos e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SoFnUhwJX4I/AAAAAAAAACg/WwoUQoICQFw/s1600-h/love_like_winter_by_emeraldiris.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368685833157697410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SoFnUhwJX4I/AAAAAAAAACg/WwoUQoICQFw/s320/love_like_winter_by_emeraldiris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;noites de ternura. Seus sorrisos ganharam um brilho diferente e os olhares se procuram.&lt;br /&gt;O coração dele foi preenchido por uma alegria incontida, e pulsa descompassadamente só por estar ao lado dela.&lt;br /&gt;O coração dela encontrou o ritmo certo das batidas por saber que ele vai estar sempre com ela.&lt;br /&gt;Fazem planos, constroem sonhos e juntos caminham na direção para que tudo se realize. Sabem que um vai poder sempre contar com o outro... E se deliciam com a possibilidade de acordarem no meio da noite e sentir a respiração do outro dormindo bem ali ao lado. E sorriem, o sorriso de quem descobriu que o amor é para sempre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://monologosdeumamenina.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"E no &lt;em&gt;sempre&lt;/em&gt; deles tudo vira eternidade."*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*P.S.:&lt;/strong&gt; Frase lindamente escrita pela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://monologosdeumamenina.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;, a quem agradeço por permitir que postasse ela aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Luana Pavonelle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://emeraldiris.deviantart.com/art/love-like-winter-73540513"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Daqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959506647482097688-9218086791809171835?l=ossapatosdela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/feeds/9218086791809171835/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959506647482097688&amp;postID=9218086791809171835&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/9218086791809171835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/9218086791809171835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/2009/08/eternidade.html' title='.e.ter.ni.da.de.'/><author><name>Luana P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416672271550316244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SmoNtTgV0iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5TrBChfdCw/S220/Her_Red_Shoes_I_by_vampire_zombie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SoFnUhwJX4I/AAAAAAAAACg/WwoUQoICQFw/s72-c/love_like_winter_by_emeraldiris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959506647482097688.post-8689760355973016615</id><published>2009-08-09T22:43:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:38:53.883-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memórias dela'/><title type='text'>.sau.da.des.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Vontade de voltar a ser criança, quando você me embalava pra dormir, e das noites em que se deitava do meu lado porque eu tinha medo do escuro... Ou mesmo quando apagava as luzes pra me contar histórias de princesas e piratas, fadas e duendes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/Sn99hwG2ZAI/AAAAAAAAACY/W1FwYNdOp0M/s1600-h/coffee_shoes_by_footia.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368147299651707906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/Sn99hwG2ZAI/AAAAAAAAACY/W1FwYNdOp0M/s320/coffee_shoes_by_footia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Das noites sem dormir quando eu tinha febre, dos dias de muito sol e praia quando me ensinou a surfar... E das noites sem dormir porque queria me buscar nas festinhas...O nervosismo controlado quando juntos fomos furar minha orelha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cara de protetor quando apresentei o primeiro namorado...O orgulho transparente quando juntos procuramos o resultado do vestibular...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Mais Saudades...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse seu dia, refaço todo o meu caminho e descubro que não poderia ter feito tudo o que eu fiz e nem ser quem sou, se eu não tivesse você do meu lado... MEU PAI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Feliz Dia dos Pais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Ao melhor pai do mundo, e com quem dividi a minha xícara de café hoje de manhã.&lt;br /&gt;Eu te Amo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Luana Pavonelle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://footia.deviantart.com/art/coffee-shoes-119950534"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Daqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/3959506647482097688-8689760355973016615?l=ossapatosdela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/feeds/8689760355973016615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959506647482097688&amp;postID=8689760355973016615&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/8689760355973016615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/8689760355973016615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/2009/08/saudades.html' title='.sau.da.des.'/><author><name>Luana P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416672271550316244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SmoNtTgV0iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5TrBChfdCw/S220/Her_Red_Shoes_I_by_vampire_zombie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/Sn99hwG2ZAI/AAAAAAAAACY/W1FwYNdOp0M/s72-c/coffee_shoes_by_footia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959506647482097688.post-7543644520792390687</id><published>2009-08-05T14:12:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:36:06.771-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentro deles'/><title type='text'>.re.ca.dos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Assim que abriu a porta do apartamento viu a luz da secretária eletrônica piscando. O coração parecia querer saltar pela boca. Tinha certeza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SnnAsUC8HGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/j6-xWBDEjNI/s1600-h/retro_phone_by_eminozkan.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366532298516470882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SnnAsUC8HGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/j6-xWBDEjNI/s320/retro_phone_by_eminozkan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;que o recado seria dele. Não que ele nunca tivesse feito isso, mas todas as vezes que ouvia a voz dele do outro lado da linha parecia que era a primeira vez.&lt;br /&gt;A voz meio rouca, o nervosismo, e a fala mansa que tanto a encanta.&lt;br /&gt;Largou as sacolas de compras pelo chão, as chaves em cima da mesa e correu para apertar o botão: "&lt;em&gt;Oi, sou eu! Não é nada demais... Só senti saudades! Te ligo mais tarde."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ela saiu valsando pela sala, sentindo como se seus pés estivessem flutuando. Ela iria se perfurmar e esperaria ansiosa pela ligação, que sabia, não demoraria para acontecer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Luana Pavonelle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagem&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://eminozkan.deviantart.com/art/retro-phone-109071917"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Daqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/3959506647482097688-7543644520792390687?l=ossapatosdela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/feeds/7543644520792390687/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959506647482097688&amp;postID=7543644520792390687&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/7543644520792390687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/7543644520792390687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/2009/08/recados.html' title='.re.ca.dos.'/><author><name>Luana P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416672271550316244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SmoNtTgV0iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5TrBChfdCw/S220/Her_Red_Shoes_I_by_vampire_zombie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SnnAsUC8HGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/j6-xWBDEjNI/s72-c/retro_phone_by_eminozkan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959506647482097688.post-3605107347861085368</id><published>2009-08-04T09:05:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:35:30.136-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memórias dela'/><title type='text'>.chu.va.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;O dia amanheceu chuvoso. E ao invés de ficar melancólica com o dia cinza, o friozinho que entra por entre os poros, ela se lembrou dos tempos de menina quando passava férias na casa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SngoIa3uwQI/AAAAAAAAACI/-fTn3PwV26A/s1600-h/Flying_Leap_by_musicaleyesight.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366083081129083138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SngoIa3uwQI/AAAAAAAAACI/-fTn3PwV26A/s320/Flying_Leap_by_musicaleyesight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;dos avós. Era incentivada pelo avô a se banhar com a chuva. Então ela corria, corria até faltar o ar. Quando ficava exausta deitava no chão e ficava sentindo as gotas cairem pelo seu rosto. Era mágico! Sabia que depois do banho de chuva viria o cobertor quentinho e o bolo de limão que era seu preferido e que só sua avó sabia fazer...&lt;br /&gt;As lembranças lhe causaram um sorriso de recordação que aqueceu seu coração. Lentamente ela abriu a porta, e voltou a ser criança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Luana Pavonelle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagem &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaleyesight.deviantart.com/art/Flying-Leap-82121965"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Daqui.&lt;/span&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/3959506647482097688-3605107347861085368?l=ossapatosdela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/feeds/3605107347861085368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959506647482097688&amp;postID=3605107347861085368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/3605107347861085368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/3605107347861085368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/2009/08/chuva.html' title='.chu.va.'/><author><name>Luana P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416672271550316244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SmoNtTgV0iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5TrBChfdCw/S220/Her_Red_Shoes_I_by_vampire_zombie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SngoIa3uwQI/AAAAAAAAACI/-fTn3PwV26A/s72-c/Flying_Leap_by_musicaleyesight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959506647482097688.post-8605111500719854266</id><published>2009-08-02T23:43:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:35:03.710-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentro deles'/><title type='text'>.con.ver.sa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Preciso te dizer uma coisa séria&lt;/em&gt; (ele coloca a taça de vinho em cima da pia).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Ela o olha com seu olhar mais doce e seu sorriso que sempre brota o canto do rosto, quando sente que algo bom está para acontecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;-Diz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;-Preciso te dizer que não esperava que tudo isso estivesse acontecendo, essa felicidade toda, essa certeza de que &lt;strong&gt;é você!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SnZTEp8B5mI/AAAAAAAAACA/Nd3HqK5pKQQ/s1600-h/Love_on_My_Side_by_ciaobellapress.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365567345500743266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SnZTEp8B5mI/AAAAAAAAACA/Nd3HqK5pKQQ/s320/Love_on_My_Side_by_ciaobellapress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Ela agora tem lágrimas nos olhos, e por uma fração de segundos, toda a história deles passa pela sua cabeça: um pedido educado dele para se sentar do seu lado na condução para o trabalho, a conversa informal sobre as notícias do dia, a descoberta de trabalharem na mesma rua, e gostarem de almoçar no mesmo restaurante... O pedido, ah o pedido! Ele a convidou para almoçar e ela com medo em aceitar, mas indo mesmo assim... As conversas, as risadas que ele a fazia dar e que a muito achou que estavam perdidas... A leveza e a capacidade dela (segundo palavras dele) em transformar um dia chuvoso frio no mais gostoso dos dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Lágrimas escorrem dos seus olhos, ele as enxuga... E então ela responde:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Você me mostrou coisas que achei jamais ver... Me deu motivo para sorrir quando achei que não mais saberia. E quando estamos juntos, me sinto feliz, uma felicidade que escapa pelo meu corpo e invade tudo a minha volta. De agora em diante seremos nós.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;As taças passariam o resto da noite em cima da pia. Daquele momento em diante seriam apenas eles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Luana Pavonele.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagem&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ciaobellapress.deviantart.com/art/Love-on-My-Side-105889125"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Daqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/3959506647482097688-8605111500719854266?l=ossapatosdela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/feeds/8605111500719854266/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959506647482097688&amp;postID=8605111500719854266&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/8605111500719854266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/8605111500719854266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/2009/08/conversa.html' title='.con.ver.sa.'/><author><name>Luana P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416672271550316244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SmoNtTgV0iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5TrBChfdCw/S220/Her_Red_Shoes_I_by_vampire_zombie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SnZTEp8B5mI/AAAAAAAAACA/Nd3HqK5pKQQ/s72-c/Love_on_My_Side_by_ciaobellapress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959506647482097688.post-3807374591535229303</id><published>2009-07-31T09:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:34:12.344-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentro dela'/><title type='text'>.a.que.cer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SnLlO3uxSeI/AAAAAAAAAB0/u3rw7ecdhvc/s1600-h/Naked_Truth_by_Heymilie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364602149792729570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SnLlO3uxSeI/AAAAAAAAAB0/u3rw7ecdhvc/s320/Naked_Truth_by_Heymilie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Chuva. Edredon. Chocolate quente. Frio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Ele. Ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Melodias no ar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Violão, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e ele tocando para ela: "&lt;em&gt;All You Need Is Love, love, Love is all you need...&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Luana Pavonelle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obs.:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;porque quando se redescobre no Amor, conseguimos ver o arco-íris depois da chuva. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;E ao som de Lennon e McCartney fica ainda melhor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagem&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://heymilie.deviantart.com/art/Naked-Truth-91826473"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Daqui!&lt;/span&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/3959506647482097688-3807374591535229303?l=ossapatosdela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/feeds/3807374591535229303/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959506647482097688&amp;postID=3807374591535229303&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/3807374591535229303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/3807374591535229303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/2009/07/aquecer.html' title='.a.que.cer.'/><author><name>Luana P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416672271550316244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SmoNtTgV0iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5TrBChfdCw/S220/Her_Red_Shoes_I_by_vampire_zombie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SnLlO3uxSeI/AAAAAAAAAB0/u3rw7ecdhvc/s72-c/Naked_Truth_by_Heymilie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959506647482097688.post-4969593106578299616</id><published>2009-07-30T10:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:33:58.202-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentro dela'/><title type='text'>.sen.ti.men.tos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SnGjyGG5V4I/AAAAAAAAABk/kF1ncbvWBhQ/s1600-h/There__s_no_place_like_this__by_Yakosoku.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364248712203294594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SnGjyGG5V4I/AAAAAAAAABk/kF1ncbvWBhQ/s320/There__s_no_place_like_this__by_Yakosoku.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;"Olhares e uma conversa que parece não ter fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Foi assim. De repente. Quando menos esperavam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Percebem que as mãos ficam suadas quando estão perto um do outro, e o coração bate descompassadamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Almas aquecidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sabem o que está por vir, e esperam. Não há pressa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não precisam de palavras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Os olhos dele fazem as perguntas, o sorriso dela se encarrega das respostas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Luana Pavonelle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagem &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://yakosoku.deviantart.com/art/There-s-no-place-like-this-56405924"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Daqui.&lt;/span&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/3959506647482097688-4969593106578299616?l=ossapatosdela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/feeds/4969593106578299616/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959506647482097688&amp;postID=4969593106578299616&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/4969593106578299616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/4969593106578299616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/2009/07/sentimentos.html' title='.sen.ti.men.tos.'/><author><name>Luana P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416672271550316244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SmoNtTgV0iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5TrBChfdCw/S220/Her_Red_Shoes_I_by_vampire_zombie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SnGjyGG5V4I/AAAAAAAAABk/kF1ncbvWBhQ/s72-c/There__s_no_place_like_this__by_Yakosoku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959506647482097688.post-5126334802182006527</id><published>2009-07-29T09:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T09:48:31.106-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentro dela'/><title type='text'>.de.ci.são.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SnBE-6pnfNI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ie1pJBvNqok/s1600-h/Red_by_herlastday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363863003884649682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SnBE-6pnfNI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ie1pJBvNqok/s320/Red_by_herlastday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;Ela havia se decidido. Colocaria todas as suas tristezas dentro da caixa vermelha e faria um lindo laço de fita dourado. Não permitiria mais que o "se" e o "talvez" voltassem aos seus pensamentos. Tinha decido ser feliz de agora em diante! Feliz por ela mesmo, por ter a coragem, de mesmo com tantos dessabores, erguer sua cabeça e sorrir como sempre gostou de fazer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Luana Pavonelle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obs.:&lt;/strong&gt; Um novo ciclo começa. E as renovações são sempre bem vindas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagem&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://herlastday.deviantart.com/art/Red-61771039"&gt;Daqui.&lt;/a&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/3959506647482097688-5126334802182006527?l=ossapatosdela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/feeds/5126334802182006527/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959506647482097688&amp;postID=5126334802182006527&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/5126334802182006527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/5126334802182006527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/2009/07/decisao.html' title='.de.ci.são.'/><author><name>Luana P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416672271550316244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SmoNtTgV0iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5TrBChfdCw/S220/Her_Red_Shoes_I_by_vampire_zombie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SnBE-6pnfNI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ie1pJBvNqok/s72-c/Red_by_herlastday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959506647482097688.post-5677088993694509044</id><published>2009-07-28T12:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:33:09.598-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deveria ser'/><title type='text'>.pa.la.vras.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/Sm3id0yqKHI/AAAAAAAAABI/tOwWqef98Ns/s1600-h/5_by_The_Kids_Are_Alright.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363191733283334258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/Sm3id0yqKHI/AAAAAAAAABI/tOwWqef98Ns/s320/5_by_The_Kids_Are_Alright.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;"Seja impecável com sua palavra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Diga apenas aquilo em que acredita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Use o poder se sua palavra na direção &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;da verdade e do amor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Dom Miguel Ruiz.&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="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagem:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-kids-are-alright.deviantart.com/art/Shoes-5-81074782"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Deviantart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/3959506647482097688-5677088993694509044?l=ossapatosdela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/feeds/5677088993694509044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959506647482097688&amp;postID=5677088993694509044&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/5677088993694509044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/5677088993694509044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/2009/07/palavras.html' title='.pa.la.vras.'/><author><name>Luana P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416672271550316244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SmoNtTgV0iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5TrBChfdCw/S220/Her_Red_Shoes_I_by_vampire_zombie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/Sm3id0yqKHI/AAAAAAAAABI/tOwWqef98Ns/s72-c/5_by_The_Kids_Are_Alright.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959506647482097688.post-1941121093051441482</id><published>2009-07-27T14:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:32:53.325-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentro dela'/><title type='text'>.di.re.ção.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"Ela segue... Mesmo não muito certa do caminho, mas segue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/Sm3tu9nvE0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/m7srlyMSvb0/s1600-h/follow_the_yellow_brick_road_by_lasuacantante.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363204122339119938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/Sm3tu9nvE0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/m7srlyMSvb0/s320/follow_the_yellow_brick_road_by_lasuacantante.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Já encontrou muitas pedras pelo caminho. Mas também colheu muitas flores. Em suas andanças pelo mundo, descobriu o poder salvador de um sorriso... e a profunda dor das lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas ela não desiste!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sabe que logo ali, caminhando com seus sapatinhos vermelhos, encontrará a sua estrada de pedras amarelas. E esperando por ela estará um jardim de flores do campo, as suas preferidas... Durante o dia um sol ardente e majestoso, a noite uma lua brilhante e encantada, que irão fazer de seu caminho antes triste e cheio de sombras em um caminho alegre e colorido ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Luana Pavonelle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagem:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lasuacantante.deviantart.com/art/follow-the-yellow-brick-road-58040683"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Deviantart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/3959506647482097688-1941121093051441482?l=ossapatosdela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/feeds/1941121093051441482/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959506647482097688&amp;postID=1941121093051441482&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/1941121093051441482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/1941121093051441482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/2009/07/ela-segue.html' title='.di.re.ção.'/><author><name>Luana P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416672271550316244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SmoNtTgV0iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5TrBChfdCw/S220/Her_Red_Shoes_I_by_vampire_zombie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/Sm3tu9nvE0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/m7srlyMSvb0/s72-c/follow_the_yellow_brick_road_by_lasuacantante.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959506647482097688.post-1553580474534349715</id><published>2009-07-27T14:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:32:33.194-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de dentro'/><title type='text'>.ver.da.de.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/Sm3h1lhYoII/AAAAAAAAABA/rUQmIfXq9-w/s1600-h/put_on_my_red_shoes_II_by_Smara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363191041989582978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/Sm3h1lhYoII/AAAAAAAAABA/rUQmIfXq9-w/s320/put_on_my_red_shoes_II_by_Smara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Não há nada que conduza à verdade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Temos que navegar por mares sem roteiros para encontra-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.J. Krisnamurti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Imagem: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://smara.deviantart.com/art/put-on-my-red-shoes-II-29812461"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Deviantart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/3959506647482097688-1553580474534349715?l=ossapatosdela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/feeds/1553580474534349715/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959506647482097688&amp;postID=1553580474534349715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/1553580474534349715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/1553580474534349715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/2009/07/nao-ha-nada-que-conduza-verdade.html' title='.ver.da.de.'/><author><name>Luana P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416672271550316244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SmoNtTgV0iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5TrBChfdCw/S220/Her_Red_Shoes_I_by_vampire_zombie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/Sm3h1lhYoII/AAAAAAAAABA/rUQmIfXq9-w/s72-c/put_on_my_red_shoes_II_by_Smara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959506647482097688.post-7540744627134733344</id><published>2009-07-24T16:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:32:05.255-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de dentro'/><title type='text'>.con.du.ta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SmoQct4BVYI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iXEtF_eIaTE/s1600-h/red_shoes_by_princess_of_dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362116391874942338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SmoQct4BVYI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iXEtF_eIaTE/s320/red_shoes_by_princess_of_dream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"Não importa o que fizeram de mim, o que importa é o que eu faço com o que fizeram de mim."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Jean-Paul Sartre.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagem:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://princess-of-dream.deviantart.com/art/red-shoes-56404837"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Deviantart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959506647482097688-7540744627134733344?l=ossapatosdela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/feeds/7540744627134733344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3959506647482097688&amp;postID=7540744627134733344&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/7540744627134733344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3959506647482097688/posts/default/7540744627134733344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ossapatosdela.blogspot.com/2009/07/nao-importa-o-que-fizeram-de-mim-o-que.html' title='.con.du.ta.'/><author><name>Luana P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05416672271550316244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SmoNtTgV0iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5TrBChfdCw/S220/Her_Red_Shoes_I_by_vampire_zombie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eMoGoPcfEI/SmoQct4BVYI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iXEtF_eIaTE/s72-c/red_shoes_by_princess_of_dream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
