<?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-6784981572429538954</id><updated>2011-08-17T15:24:49.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Na ponta do lápis</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784981572429538954/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uwHRFHunyNU/TEhbZEJc_bI/AAAAAAAACk0/rTbUvaRmjAY/s1600/laranja-mecanica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uwHRFHunyNU/TEhbZEJc_bI/AAAAAAAACk0/rTbUvaRmjAY/s320/laranja-mecanica.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496743831373938098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uO6wVx3D38k"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uO6wVx3D38k&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;esse filme é o que melhor diz a condição em que vivemos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6784981572429538954-2362749039390123777?l=naoabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uwHRFHunyNU/TDTKMxCpk1I/AAAAAAAACkQ/jEkTanGE1v4/S220/125416248.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uwHRFHunyNU/TEhbZEJc_bI/AAAAAAAACk0/rTbUvaRmjAY/s72-c/laranja-mecanica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784981572429538954.post-6983235068642856100</id><published>2010-07-22T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T07:49:09.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o que fazer?</title><content type='html'>Preciso descobrir o que realmente quero para minha vida.&lt;div&gt;Tudo é tão confuso, não acho que as coisas precisam ser sempre assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parece que as pessoas preferem dificultar tudo primeiro, e depois ajudar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não preciso disso. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não quero isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poderíamos ser livres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quebrar esses preconceitos inúteis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6784981572429538954-6983235068642856100?l=naoabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6983235068642856100/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-que-fazer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784981572429538954/posts/default/6983235068642856100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784981572429538954/posts/default/6983235068642856100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-que-fazer.html' title='o que fazer?'/><author><name>...:::jubs:::...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17487935793851528052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uwHRFHunyNU/TDTKMxCpk1I/AAAAAAAACkQ/jEkTanGE1v4/S220/125416248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784981572429538954.post-3980310279548851752</id><published>2010-07-07T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T14:32:21.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Sonho em viver em um lugar onde a igualdade seja a lei, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;onde os muros não tenham necessidade de existir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;e as paredes só estarão presentes para nos proteger do frio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;É difícil você viver com medo, tomando cuidado pra que não te roubem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;pra que não te levem o que você tanto suou para conquistar, por que é seu, só seu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;esse sentimento de possessão também é algo muito louco, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;reconheço que sou possessiva, e tenho muito afeto por tudo que conquistei com meu dinheirinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Estou nesse dilema de vida, e tudo porque eu não acredito nos mendigos, e não consigo dar dinheiro pra eles, por que? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Cadê a comoção com o próximo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;socorro!&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/6784981572429538954-3980310279548851752?l=naoabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3980310279548851752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/2010/07/sonho-em-viver-em-um-lugar-onde.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784981572429538954/posts/default/3980310279548851752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784981572429538954/posts/default/3980310279548851752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/2010/07/sonho-em-viver-em-um-lugar-onde.html' title=''/><author><name>...:::jubs:::...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17487935793851528052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uwHRFHunyNU/TDTKMxCpk1I/AAAAAAAACkQ/jEkTanGE1v4/S220/125416248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784981572429538954.post-1148530229604909022</id><published>2010-06-17T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T11:01:13.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eu não tenho vontade de nada</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;é isso mesmo, to sem vontade de nada, mas não consigo entender porque!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;to indo marcar psicologo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;bj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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nada'/><author><name>...:::jubs:::...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17487935793851528052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uwHRFHunyNU/TDTKMxCpk1I/AAAAAAAACkQ/jEkTanGE1v4/S220/125416248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784981572429538954.post-4207615763635253784</id><published>2009-09-17T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T13:43:27.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uwHRFHunyNU/SrKfZD-YqzI/AAAAAAAAB8U/YGm8xu5y5Ic/s1600-h/Imagem0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382539757573679922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uwHRFHunyNU/SrKfZD-YqzI/AAAAAAAAB8U/YGm8xu5y5Ic/s320/Imagem0020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6784981572429538954-4207615763635253784?l=naoabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4207615763635253784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784981572429538954/posts/default/4207615763635253784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784981572429538954/posts/default/4207615763635253784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>...:::jubs:::...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17487935793851528052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uwHRFHunyNU/TDTKMxCpk1I/AAAAAAAACkQ/jEkTanGE1v4/S220/125416248.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uwHRFHunyNU/SrKfZD-YqzI/AAAAAAAAB8U/YGm8xu5y5Ic/s72-c/Imagem0020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784981572429538954.post-851942286114276456</id><published>2009-09-17T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T13:41:29.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flor da pele</title><content type='html'>Ando tão à flor da pele,&lt;br /&gt;Que qualquer beijo de novela me faz chorar,&lt;br /&gt;Ando tão à flor da pele,&lt;br /&gt;ue teu olhar flor na janela me faz morrer,&lt;br /&gt;Ando tão à flor da pele,&lt;br /&gt;Que meu desejo se confunde com a vontade de não ser,&lt;br /&gt;Ando tão à flor da pele,&lt;br /&gt;Que a minha pele tem o fogo do juízo final.&lt;br /&gt;Um barco sem porto,&lt;br /&gt;Sem rumo,&lt;br /&gt;Sem vela,&lt;br /&gt;Cavalo sem sela,&lt;br /&gt;Um bicho solto,&lt;br /&gt;Um cão sem dono,&lt;br /&gt;Um menino,&lt;br /&gt;Um bandido,&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes me preservo noutras suicido.&lt;br /&gt;Oh sim eu estou tão cansado,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não pra dizer,&lt;br /&gt;Que não acredito mais em você&lt;br /&gt;Eu não preciso de muito dinheiro graças a Deus&lt;br /&gt;Mas vou tomar aquele velho navio,&lt;br /&gt;Aquele velho navio...&lt;br /&gt;Um barco sem porto,&lt;br /&gt;Sem rumo,&lt;br /&gt;Sem vela,&lt;br /&gt;Cavalo sem sela,&lt;br /&gt;Um bicho solto,&lt;br /&gt;Um cão sem dono,&lt;br /&gt;Um menino,&lt;br /&gt;Um bandido,&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes me preservo noutras suicido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5-TzJGnBuKQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5-TzJGnBuKQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6784981572429538954-851942286114276456?l=naoabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/851942286114276456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/2009/09/flor-da-pele.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784981572429538954/posts/default/851942286114276456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784981572429538954/posts/default/851942286114276456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/2009/09/flor-da-pele.html' title='flor da pele'/><author><name>...:::jubs:::...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17487935793851528052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uwHRFHunyNU/TDTKMxCpk1I/AAAAAAAACkQ/jEkTanGE1v4/S220/125416248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784981572429538954.post-5199441831746657019</id><published>2009-08-21T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T10:42:24.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relacionamento - por Arnaldo Jabour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sempre acho que namoro, casamento, romance, tem começo, meio e fim. Como tudo na vida. Detesto quando escuto aquela conversa:- Ah, terminei o namoro...- Nossa, estavam juntos há tanto tempo...- Cinco anos.... Que pena... Acabou...- é... não deu certo...'Claro que deu! Deu certo durante cinco anos, só que acabou. E o bom DA vida, é que você pôde ter vários amores.Não acredito em pessoas que se complementam. Acredito em pessoas que se somam. Às vezes você não consegue nem Dar cem por cento de você para você mesmo, como cobrar cem por cento do outro?E não temos essa coisa completa.Às vezes ela é file, mas é devagar na cama.Às vezes ele é carinhoso, mas não é file.Às vezes ele é atencioso, mas não é trabalhador.Às vezes ela é muito bonita, mas não é sensível.Tudo junto, não vamos encontrar.Perceba qual o aspecto mais importante para você e invista nele.Pele é um bicho traiçoeiro. Quando você tem pele com alguém, pode ser o papai com mamãe mais básico que é uma delícia.E às vezes você tem aquele sexo acrobata, mas que não te impressiona...Acho que o beijo é importante... E se o beijo bate... Se joga... Se não bate... Mais um Martini, por favor... E vá Dar uma Volta.Se ele ou ela não te quer mais, não force a barra. O outro tem o direito de não te querer.Não brigue, não ligue, não dê pití. Se a pessoa tá com dúvidas, problema dela, cabe a você esperar... Ou não. Existe gente que precisa DA ausência para querer a presença.O ser humano não é absoluto.Ele titubeia, tem dúvidas e medos, mas se a pessoa REALMENTE gostar, ela Volta. Nada de drama. Que graça tem alguém do seu lado sob pressão?O legal é alguém que está com você, só por você. E vice-versa. Não fique com alguém por pena. Ou por medo DA solidão. Nascemos sós. Morremos sós. Nosso pensamento é nosso, não é compartilhado. E quando você acorda, a primeira impressão é sempre sua, seu olhar, seu pensamento.Tem gente que pula de um romance para o outro. Que medo é este de se ver só, na sua própria companhia? Gostar dói. Muitas vezes você vai sentir raiva, ciúmes, ódio, frustração... Faz parte. Você convive com outro ser, um outro mundo, um outro universo.E nem sempre as coisas são como você gostaria que fosse... A pior coisa é gente que tem medo de se envolver. Se alguém vier com este papo, corra, afinal você não é terapeuta. Se não quer se envolver, namore uma planta. É mais previsível.Na vida e no amor, não temos garantias. Nem toda pessoa que te convida para sair é para casar. Nem todo beijo é para romancear. E nem todo sexo bom é para descartar... Ou se apaixonar... Ou se culpar...Enfim...quem disse que ser adulto é fácil ????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6784981572429538954-5199441831746657019?l=naoabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5199441831746657019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/2009/08/relacionamento-por-arnaldo-jabour.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784981572429538954/posts/default/5199441831746657019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784981572429538954/posts/default/5199441831746657019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/2009/08/relacionamento-por-arnaldo-jabour.html' title='Relacionamento - por Arnaldo Jabour'/><author><name>...:::jubs:::...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17487935793851528052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uwHRFHunyNU/TDTKMxCpk1I/AAAAAAAACkQ/jEkTanGE1v4/S220/125416248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784981572429538954.post-3986050616193003727</id><published>2009-08-20T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T06:57:45.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bons momentos com bons amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uwHRFHunyNU/So1WCYgnZ8I/AAAAAAAAB70/DbAP2AcjyEI/s1600-h/OgAAALFk2yCZL1Z8_fuxRkmfXHxpn2HsoyLBT21e6kPqZb9Fktf9zZoaZPYq-gU6PgxZKilL4Y4Og9xPJi7-4YRI5YoAm1T1UJ2WArtN9Ji1HlD1b6dfT-OL0Lpj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372044529461848002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uwHRFHunyNU/So1WCYgnZ8I/AAAAAAAAB70/DbAP2AcjyEI/s320/OgAAALFk2yCZL1Z8_fuxRkmfXHxpn2HsoyLBT21e6kPqZb9Fktf9zZoaZPYq-gU6PgxZKilL4Y4Og9xPJi7-4YRI5YoAm1T1UJ2WArtN9Ji1HlD1b6dfT-OL0Lpj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo mto tudo isso!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6784981572429538954-3986050616193003727?l=naoabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3986050616193003727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/2009/08/bons-momentos-com-bons-amigos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784981572429538954/posts/default/3986050616193003727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784981572429538954/posts/default/3986050616193003727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/2009/08/bons-momentos-com-bons-amigos.html' title='bons momentos com bons amigos'/><author><name>...:::jubs:::...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17487935793851528052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uwHRFHunyNU/TDTKMxCpk1I/AAAAAAAACkQ/jEkTanGE1v4/S220/125416248.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uwHRFHunyNU/So1WCYgnZ8I/AAAAAAAAB70/DbAP2AcjyEI/s72-c/OgAAALFk2yCZL1Z8_fuxRkmfXHxpn2HsoyLBT21e6kPqZb9Fktf9zZoaZPYq-gU6PgxZKilL4Y4Og9xPJi7-4YRI5YoAm1T1UJ2WArtN9Ji1HlD1b6dfT-OL0Lpj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784981572429538954.post-4482306151904655911</id><published>2009-08-12T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T12:01:21.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uwHRFHunyNU/SoMK0zWvgwI/AAAAAAAAB7s/ElnaNHFPzAA/s1600-h/Imagem004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369147083010835202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uwHRFHunyNU/SoMK0zWvgwI/AAAAAAAAB7s/ElnaNHFPzAA/s320/Imagem004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;23 anos ... caramba ... chegou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Como um estralar de dedos, ou um piscar de olhos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Não ... não passo assim rapidamente pela vida ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vejo cada segundo passar ... e sinto como se fosse único.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sinto como se fosse o ultimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tento ser a melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Muito tempo eu enfrentei a vida com cara feia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;E não ganhei nada com isso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ganhei mais com sorrisos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tudo bem, ás vezes não dá ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eu esplodo ... mas no geral até consigo ser de boa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vamos ver no que dá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ainda há tempo de viver . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;é tempo de amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;é tempo de ser você mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&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/6784981572429538954-4482306151904655911?l=naoabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4482306151904655911/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/2009/08/23-anos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784981572429538954/posts/default/4482306151904655911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784981572429538954/posts/default/4482306151904655911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/2009/08/23-anos.html' title=''/><author><name>...:::jubs:::...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17487935793851528052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uwHRFHunyNU/TDTKMxCpk1I/AAAAAAAACkQ/jEkTanGE1v4/S220/125416248.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uwHRFHunyNU/SoMK0zWvgwI/AAAAAAAAB7s/ElnaNHFPzAA/s72-c/Imagem004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784981572429538954.post-4554946214354834671</id><published>2009-08-03T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T10:04:39.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;o q é amar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;acordei hj pensando nisso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;é fazer algo sem esperar nada em troca?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;eu acho q não ... eu gosto mesmo é qdo eu faço um carinho e me fazem de volta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;é perdoar e aceitar os erros?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;discordo! trai pra ver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;mas o bom mesmo é amar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;eu amo mtas pessoas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;mas quero mesmo um amor de um carinha ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;ainda não sei quem ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;quem sabe qdo vai ser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;mas quero q seja bom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;q seja divertido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;q me faça crescer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;e q cresça no outro! (sem trocadilhos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;quero alguém .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;pra me olhar com os olhos apertadinhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;qdo a luz do dia entrar pela janela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;pra me abraçar forte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;agradeço por ter amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;eles seguram uma barra ás vezes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;isso é amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6784981572429538954-4554946214354834671?l=naoabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4554946214354834671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/2009/08/amor.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784981572429538954/posts/default/4554946214354834671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784981572429538954/posts/default/4554946214354834671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/2009/08/amor.html' title='amor'/><author><name>...:::jubs:::...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17487935793851528052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uwHRFHunyNU/TDTKMxCpk1I/AAAAAAAACkQ/jEkTanGE1v4/S220/125416248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784981572429538954.post-4364561637335890261</id><published>2009-07-22T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T12:46:27.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>te esperando</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Hoje eu acordei com vontade de chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Tirei os pés da cama, calcei o chinelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Fui pro banho, a água quente escorrendo pelo meu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Me lembrava você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Seu abraço ... seu carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Lembrei que não tive seu abraço na noite passada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Não ouvi sua voz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;não senti o calor do seu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;E tudo foi por água a baixo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Deixei a tristeza me afundar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Me arrumei, tentei ficar bem, saí de casa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Mas continuo com essa angustia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Tá doendo aqui. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Eu não sei o que acontece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Eu não sei quem é você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Nunca senti seu calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Seu cheiro, seu abraço, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Nunca ouvi sua voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Mas &lt;strong&gt;sinto sua falta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Continuo te esperando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6784981572429538954-4364561637335890261?l=naoabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4364561637335890261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/2009/07/te-esperando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784981572429538954/posts/default/4364561637335890261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784981572429538954/posts/default/4364561637335890261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/2009/07/te-esperando.html' title='te esperando'/><author><name>...:::jubs:::...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17487935793851528052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uwHRFHunyNU/TDTKMxCpk1I/AAAAAAAACkQ/jEkTanGE1v4/S220/125416248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784981572429538954.post-3517201939689706450</id><published>2009-07-20T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T10:55:49.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Você não tem nome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Enquanto te amava, me esqueci de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não me importava com quem sou, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;só com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aprendi a ser quem você quisesse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Amargava cada não que ouvia de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Porque minha vida dependia do seu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Precisava de seu estimulo diário, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;da sua voz no meu ouvido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Queria todos os dias estar com você. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mas um dia acabou, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Acho que te consumi como uma barra de chocolates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Comi, até ter um problema no fígado, ou estômago talvez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Daí enjoei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ouço seu nome e até me arrepia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Foram tantos que eu me permiti fazer essa loucura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que hoje tento ser só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Minha solidão faz mal pra mim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;e para os queridos a minha volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tento me socializar, mas é triste ás vezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tentar fazer tudo para ser agradável. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não me agrada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tenso, pesado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6784981572429538954-3517201939689706450?l=naoabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3517201939689706450/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/2009/07/voce-nao-tem-nome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784981572429538954/posts/default/3517201939689706450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784981572429538954/posts/default/3517201939689706450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/2009/07/voce-nao-tem-nome.html' title='Você não tem nome.'/><author><name>...:::jubs:::...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17487935793851528052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uwHRFHunyNU/TDTKMxCpk1I/AAAAAAAACkQ/jEkTanGE1v4/S220/125416248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784981572429538954.post-7433696078458551632</id><published>2009-07-10T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T09:16:22.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra saber quem sou eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Se você sonhou com um dia de sol, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sonhou comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Se você quer ser feliz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Quer estar comigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Se você quer se divertir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Me chame, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Eu posso te fazer feliz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Eu posso ser tudo o que você precisa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Eu posso ser tua. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;É só você notar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;É só você querer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Não demora, porque eu não vou perder meu tempo esperando você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Vou indo, pra onde o tempo me leva, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;E nesse caminho eu posso encontrar alguém disposto a fazer tudo isso por mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não me perca, &lt;strong&gt;eu não queria te perder&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6784981572429538954-7433696078458551632?l=naoabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7433696078458551632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/2009/07/pra-saber-quem-sou-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784981572429538954/posts/default/7433696078458551632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784981572429538954/posts/default/7433696078458551632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/2009/07/pra-saber-quem-sou-eu.html' title='Pra saber quem sou eu'/><author><name>...:::jubs:::...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17487935793851528052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uwHRFHunyNU/TDTKMxCpk1I/AAAAAAAACkQ/jEkTanGE1v4/S220/125416248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784981572429538954.post-7555791957203528371</id><published>2009-07-07T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T07:13:47.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lapso 1.</title><content type='html'>Eu tento ser fiel, mas ninguém é, mas eu continuo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tento ser atleta, mas nínguém é ... eu desisto.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tento ser educada, mas nínguem é... eu tento, ás vezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe, não desisto, não mudo.&lt;br /&gt;Evoluo a cada dia, mesmo ás vezes sem saber como;&lt;br /&gt;E fazendo cagadas gigantescas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O importante é não se frustar.&lt;br /&gt;Quero o mundo, mas ás vezes o mundo não me quer.&lt;br /&gt;FODA - SE ... continuo querendo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas malucas acontecem,&lt;br /&gt;Eu adoro ... mais coisas pra contar,&lt;br /&gt;Mais coisas pra saber que não devo fazer de novo,&lt;br /&gt;Ou até, que devo fazer de vez em quando que é legal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, estou tão confusa,&lt;br /&gt;Quero paz, mas não consigo ficar em casa.&lt;br /&gt;Quero um amor verdadeiro,&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando surgem os bons pretendentes eu me nego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poxa, põe ordem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6784981572429538954-7555791957203528371?l=naoabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7555791957203528371/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/2009/07/lapso-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784981572429538954/posts/default/7555791957203528371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784981572429538954/posts/default/7555791957203528371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/2009/07/lapso-1.html' title='lapso 1.'/><author><name>...:::jubs:::...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17487935793851528052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uwHRFHunyNU/TDTKMxCpk1I/AAAAAAAACkQ/jEkTanGE1v4/S220/125416248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784981572429538954.post-2589118446778434042</id><published>2009-07-01T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T08:03:56.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>móveis coloniais de acaju</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gente, como a musica deles é boa né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bom, eu não estou muito a fim de escrever hj, então vou mandar um som deles aqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;esquilo não samba&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muito prazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu sou você amanhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Só não me apresentei antes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Por medo de te desmotivar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu sei que é triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas não se deixe abalar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Terás dias bons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cujo número eu posso contar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não vou mentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Na sua média você será&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Medíocre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não vou mentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não sua média você será&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mediocridade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu sei o quanto eu sinto saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mediocridade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu sei o quanto eu sinto saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do tempo em que eu me achava esperto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do tempo em que eu esperava dar certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do tempo em que eu me achava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não quero te iludir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não quero te enganar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não quero te iludir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Você está&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desperdiçando o que era pouco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muito pouco, quase nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E está para acabarAcabar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6784981572429538954-2589118446778434042?l=naoabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uwHRFHunyNU/TDTKMxCpk1I/AAAAAAAACkQ/jEkTanGE1v4/S220/125416248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784981572429538954.post-57524375336299863</id><published>2009-06-25T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T13:40:25.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>estação luz, cuidado com o vão entre o trem e a plataforma.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;meus dias vão passando e esse vazio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aperta, tira o ar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;todos os dia penso que vou te encontrar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;subo na plataforma da &lt;strong&gt;Luz&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e fico andando olhando pros lados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;será que é hoje que você vai estar lá?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ai .. mais um dia passou ... e nada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;procuro, procuro e procuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;não vou desistir de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*referência á estação Luz da Cptm/SP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6784981572429538954-57524375336299863?l=naoabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/57524375336299863/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/2009/06/estacao-luz-cuidado-com-o-vao-entre-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784981572429538954/posts/default/57524375336299863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784981572429538954/posts/default/57524375336299863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/2009/06/estacao-luz-cuidado-com-o-vao-entre-o.html' title='estação luz, cuidado com o vão entre o trem e a plataforma.'/><author><name>...:::jubs:::...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17487935793851528052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uwHRFHunyNU/TDTKMxCpk1I/AAAAAAAACkQ/jEkTanGE1v4/S220/125416248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784981572429538954.post-2477286371690084577</id><published>2009-06-24T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T06:53:14.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eu to aqui</title><content type='html'>queria ser notada,&lt;br /&gt;queria estar aqui ...&lt;br /&gt;estou ... mas você não me vê&lt;br /&gt;olha pra mim ... preciso disso.&lt;br /&gt;o que eu tenho que mudar?&lt;br /&gt;o que você quer ver?&lt;br /&gt;enquanto você não me vê,&lt;br /&gt;espero te esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vou vivendo uma ilusão ... um amor ou outro por ai,&lt;br /&gt;quero colo, carinho,&lt;br /&gt;busco por isso em cada beijo.&lt;br /&gt;será que é o seu que vai me completar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não posso esperar por você,&lt;br /&gt;então vou vivendo ...&lt;br /&gt;mas olhe pro lado ...&lt;br /&gt;eu to aqui.&lt;div 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aqui'/><author><name>...:::jubs:::...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17487935793851528052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uwHRFHunyNU/TDTKMxCpk1I/AAAAAAAACkQ/jEkTanGE1v4/S220/125416248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784981572429538954.post-5918063498377246831</id><published>2009-06-23T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:31:46.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não abuse</title><content type='html'>Seja bom comigo, não abuse de mim,&lt;br /&gt;promessas eu tenho todo tempo,&lt;br /&gt;quero coisas acontecendo, preciso crescer ... amar,&lt;br /&gt;viver ... seja bom pra mim, pois eu sou a sua solidão ...&lt;br /&gt;eu sou você amanhã ... eu sou sua ... se você quiser no meu tempo ...&lt;br /&gt;ainda te espero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não demora .... e &lt;strong&gt;não abuse&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6784981572429538954-5918063498377246831?l=naoabuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5918063498377246831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/2009/06/nao-abuse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784981572429538954/posts/default/5918063498377246831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784981572429538954/posts/default/5918063498377246831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naoabuse.blogspot.com/2009/06/nao-abuse.html' title='Não 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