<?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-8899640387430746676</id><updated>2011-11-27T02:42:22.506-03:00</updated><title type='text'>☼ changements</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>283</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-1414308151061541902</id><published>2011-11-25T10:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T10:30:43.897-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o amor é algo complicado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;todo mundo diz que é lindo, maravilhoso...que trás felicidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu não nego, o amor é tudo isso realmente, mas o amor é complicado também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no amor de verdade você ri muito, você se sente intenso, tão absolutamente feliz que o mundo é pequeno pra abarcar essa felicidade. o riso é tão solto, tão fácil, tão agradável que todo mundo ao redor de você percebe, se contagia...de verdade, se contagia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a alguns dias atrás um amigo me falou: "é incrível como eu não nunca lhe vi triste...acontece tudo, mas você tá com esse sorriso de 'tudo vai se resolver'.". esta semana, o mesmo amigo me disse que algo de muito ruim deve ter acontecido porque o sorriso havia desaparecido, nem tinha deixado vestígio! no lugar desse sorriso coloquei uma expressão normal, absolutamente normal...e o 'tudo vai se resolver' foi substituído pelo 'nunca sabemos o que pode acontecer'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;você consegue ver a complicação do amor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...existe alguém que lhe ama, alguém que você deu e daria a vida...mas de alguma maneira você vai embora, se afasta, você tá tão ferido que precisa fugir pra tentar se curar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lembra do amor lindo, feliz e maravilhoso? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do riso solto e da alegria contagiante?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nem sempre é assim, nunca é sempre fácil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;há também o choro, o sofrimento, o arrependimento, os erros, as brigas, as decepções...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;existe quem diga que quando é assim não é amor. eu digo o contrário. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o amor não é completamente perfeito em um relacionamento, um relacionamento é marcado por erros, por coisas que magoam as duas partes. isso é o que acaba com o relacionamento, mas quando é amor, amor de verdade, acaba-se apenas o relacionamento mas o amor, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o amor permanece, não desiste, não acaba jamais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;o que eu sinto não vai passar porque é&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;amor de verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;e enquanto há amor há esperança de começar de novo, de fazer diferente, de dar certo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/8899640387430746676-1414308151061541902?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/1414308151061541902/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=1414308151061541902' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/1414308151061541902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/1414308151061541902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-132560466827625237</id><published>2011-11-15T20:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T20:10:15.256-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quanto tempo faz, nem me lembro mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...os dias correm mais que qualquer coisa e eu vejo vida escorrendo por entre meus dedos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;isso dói no coração. quero mais, eu quero tanto mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;antes, vamos arrumar a casa, a alma, a vida imensa dentro de nós,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vamos primeiro por nós, por mim, por dentro, para dentro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;depois a gente parte pra cima, a gente busca o mundo e faz dele parte disso tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;indo correr atrás do meu sonhado futuro, indo buscar algo que eu sei que pode ser meu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;preciso mostrar minha capacidade pra mim mesma, pra ver o mundo com orgulho e em cima &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de esforço meu. de suor meu. de alma minha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;e hoje, se eu tivesse mais alma, mais amor, mais força pra dar eu daria!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-132560466827625237?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/132560466827625237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=132560466827625237' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/132560466827625237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/132560466827625237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/11/quanto-tempo-faz-nem-me-lembro-mais.html' 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LljY8hlPTao/Tqn1c7k9y8I/AAAAAAAABB4/FDpxa7lWvKk/s400/love.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668331483400358850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a imagem fala por si. (...) nova fase necessária! &lt;div&gt;por mim, por você e por nós, por todo esse &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;imenso amor&lt;/span&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/8899640387430746676-9024275355829203561?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/9024275355829203561/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=9024275355829203561' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/9024275355829203561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HAhA9PhODng/TmAuKP8tYcI/AAAAAAAABBw/oIL_366tOAQ/s1600/nas-maos.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: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HAhA9PhODng/TmAuKP8tYcI/AAAAAAAABBw/oIL_366tOAQ/s400/nas-maos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647564686337335746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;novamente nas mãos de Deus, na verdade, &lt;i&gt;sempre estou nas mãos Dele&lt;/i&gt;. apenas Ele pode tudo e pode fazer com que tudo aconteça. tendo fé, correndo atrás...tentando de novo, tentando conseguir, dessa vez, a realização desse &lt;/span&gt;sonho.&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/8899640387430746676-698632525654031445?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/698632525654031445/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=698632525654031445' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/698632525654031445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/698632525654031445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/09/novamente-nas-maos-de-deus-na-verdade.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HAhA9PhODng/TmAuKP8tYcI/AAAAAAAABBw/oIL_366tOAQ/s72-c/nas-maos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-1071453675634004907</id><published>2011-08-24T22:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T22:24:51.339-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;às vezes o erro está em planejar demais, esperar demais, sonhar demais. a verdade é que, quase sempre, ficamos parados, estáticos, inertes...e o mundo, meu companheiro, o mundo continua no seu giro continuo ao redor no sol, a terra se move em seu tempo normal e os ponteiros do relógio estão pouco se lixando se você vai ficar ai parado, sentado, mergulhado em sonhos até o pescoço. não, a vida acabou me ensinando que o certo é &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. seja organizado ou desorganizado mesmo, é aceitar o novo e negar o medo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;o medo de ir, de ver e viver.&lt;/span&gt; correr atrás do sonho mesmo, sem deixar que ninguém te diga que isso não é o certo, correr atrás de fazer 'aquele' curso, ir 'naquela' festa, fazer 'aquilo' que te der na cabeça. a gente acaba aprendendo que, depois de um tempo, como disse sabiamente &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Albus Percival Wulfric Brian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;Dumbledore,&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;“&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Não vale a pena mergulhar nos sonhos e esquecer de viver&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: black; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: black; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;É, meu leitor, to vivendo e fazendo (finalmente) acontecer.&lt;/span&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/8899640387430746676-1071453675634004907?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/1071453675634004907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=1071453675634004907' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/1071453675634004907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/1071453675634004907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/08/as-vezes-o-erro-esta-em-planejar-demais.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-267999285744857723</id><published>2011-07-06T23:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T23:17:21.850-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;cansada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;é. acabou o tempo.&lt;br /&gt;um abraço!&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/8899640387430746676-267999285744857723?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/267999285744857723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=267999285744857723' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/267999285744857723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/267999285744857723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/07/cansada.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-6308945475168524809</id><published>2011-06-25T20:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T20:39:47.337-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eu fiz um bolo pra gente.&lt;br /&gt;fiz um bolo de chocolate, fiz brigadeiro e coloquei em cima...ficou bonito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;era pra gente comer junto..partir junto!&lt;br /&gt;mas agora que você não tá aqui, não consigo partir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabe quando você precisa sorrir e quer chorar?&lt;br /&gt;dois dias pra dois anos. ...desculpa, eu não consigo entender pq você não entende.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mal não. eu to mesmo é &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;péssima!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-6308945475168524809?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/6308945475168524809/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=6308945475168524809' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/6308945475168524809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/6308945475168524809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/06/eu-fiz-um-bolo-pra-gente.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-2255982896337913010</id><published>2011-06-23T01:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T01:24:54.857-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;me sentindo tremendamente frustrada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é sempre vou e nunca estou.&lt;br /&gt;é sempre quero e nunca tenho.&lt;br /&gt;é sempre serei e nunca sou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cansada de tudo ao meu redor (tirando o meu namoro!)&lt;br /&gt;cansada das cores, das pessoas, das cadeiras da faculdade, da faculdade, do meu corpo, das minhas roupas, dos cheiros, dos sabores, do jeito, meu e dos outros! cansada de tudo mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cansada, ainda por cima, de nunca conseguir seguir. conseguir fazer, mudar, melhorar, provar pra mim e pro mundo. bater no peito e gritar alto. sorrir e me sentir sorriso. eu to querendo cada vez mais e fazendo cada vez mesmo. me sentindo tremendamente impotente, incapaz. e esse sentimento, meus leitores, é o pior de todos. decidi hoje...assim...no ônibus, indo pra UFMA que não vou me adaptar, me aceitar assim, me acostumar e pior, me acomodar no que sou e no que tenho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...se engana quem acha que sou/estou paranoica com certas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;apenas chegou a hora de fazer bonito, entendem? na verdade...tá passando da hora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;desabafo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;começo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;começo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-2255982896337913010?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-4288840600395271135</id><published>2011-06-20T21:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T21:55:17.039-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wlcx68PNE4I/Tf_rgkZxPaI/AAAAAAAABBg/LtUFGHky6vg/s1600/God%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wlcx68PNE4I/Tf_rgkZxPaI/AAAAAAAABBg/LtUFGHky6vg/s400/God%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620469804741770658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apesar de ser muito difícil,&lt;br /&gt;eu ainda tenho e sempre terei&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; fé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eu quero muuito&lt;/span&gt; algo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...e eu sei que o Senhor vai me ajudar nisso..e em tudo, sempre!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-4288840600395271135?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/4288840600395271135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=4288840600395271135' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/4288840600395271135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>meus queridos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;não foi um abandono, afirmo! perdoem a ocupada autora que aqui vos escreve. sem mais rodeios, eu ando muito ocupada ou sem criatividade e até mesmo vontade de escrever neste blogspot. mas a ocupação vem por conta de uma rotina ainda mais agitada, a faculdade tem um grande ponto de participação nisso, mas, no entanto, eu também ando gastando tempo com nada e com bons devaneios e sonhos. distantes e possíveis. e, se existe algo que eu adoro fazer, é justamente passar um bom tempo pensando nisso tudo. por fim, a vontade de escrever vem por conta de tudo e de nada. não tem nenhuma explicação, é só que quando se está cansado, tudo anda devagar e você tende a não se prender a certas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;até breve. eu tentarei com muito mais desejo da próxima vez.&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/8899640387430746676-8235444097914249371?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/8235444097914249371/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=8235444097914249371' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/8235444097914249371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/8235444097914249371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/06/meus-queridos-nao-foi-um-abandono.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-2669592493269498535</id><published>2011-06-13T22:54:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T23:09:52.038-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-unygDP4QleQ/Tfa_mbmNHCI/AAAAAAAABBY/OoXqxySZiyw/s1600/Imagem0574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-unygDP4QleQ/Tfa_mbmNHCI/AAAAAAAABBY/OoXqxySZiyw/s400/Imagem0574.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617888252155206690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fico me perguntando o que mais eu posso querer. não posso querer mais nada. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;eu tenho tudo&lt;/span&gt;. tenho alma, a alma mais amiga, mais doce, mais carinhosa, mais amorosa, mais sincera, mais adorável, mais encantadora que pode existir. e tenho corpo, o corpo ideal, o rosto que abre o sorriso mais feliz em qualquer pessoa,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; o sorriso mais lindo&lt;/span&gt;, o olhar mais cativante, tenho o calor, tenho o beijo mais gostoso. sua alma, seu corpo. você!&lt;br /&gt;ah, e sim...eu posso ser tão irritável, tão ridiculamente idiota e tão boba com você, e como posso? não sei. e você ainda tem a audácia de &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;me fazer rir&lt;/span&gt;, de brincar comigo, de me mostrar, mesmo sem saber que esta mostrando o quanto o que temos vale a pena. você é simplismente tudo o que &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eu quero hoje, o que eu vou querer amanhã e pra sempre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;                              amor mais bobo, mais real e mais perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;eu te amo&lt;/span&gt;, amor da minha vida!&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/8899640387430746676-2669592493269498535?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/2669592493269498535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=2669592493269498535' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/2669592493269498535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/2669592493269498535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/06/fico-me-perguntando-o-que-mais-eu-posso.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-unygDP4QleQ/Tfa_mbmNHCI/AAAAAAAABBY/OoXqxySZiyw/s72-c/Imagem0574.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-3977028624962987123</id><published>2011-06-12T22:15:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T22:22:04.732-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;...o dia foi pouco mais de 40% do que eu queria que tivesse sido...&lt;br /&gt;me sinto tão mal agora.. :/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;o animo é tão pouco que&lt;br /&gt;não resta nada para escrever um texto hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;amanhã talvez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;espero que o dia de vocês tenha sido melhor, um beijo! =*&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/8899640387430746676-3977028624962987123?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/3977028624962987123/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=3977028624962987123' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/3977028624962987123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/3977028624962987123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-4842577353905592123</id><published>2011-06-07T21:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T23:36:11.758-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tão bom se encontrar, encontrar o equilibrio (ou pelo menos chegar perto dele), tão bom entregar-se para algo novo, algo que te faz acreditar que tudo pode ser muito melhor. começar de novo, um estágio novo de desenvolvimento. um começar do zero para a maioria das coisas. tentar outra vez, conseguir. eu tenho cede. cede de novidade. cede de vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;eu quero é mais. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muito mais&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/8899640387430746676-4842577353905592123?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/4842577353905592123/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=4842577353905592123' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/4842577353905592123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/4842577353905592123'/><link rel='alternate' 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--yk9bjZIaXY/Te2ITZKKkMI/AAAAAAAABBQ/0duROMBQTJs/s400/5041787051_c12a14eaab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615294177153290434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"não consigo olhar no fundo dos seus olhos e enxergar as coisas que me deixam no ar, me deixam no ar. as várias fases, estações que me levam com o vento e o pensamento bem devagar. outra vez, eu tive que fugir, eu tive que correr, pra não me entregar...as loucuras que me levam até você, me fazem esquecer, que eu não posso chorar. olhe bem no fundo dos meus olhos e  sinta a emoção que nascerá quando você me olhar, o universo conspira a nosso favor. a conseqüência do destino é o amor, pra sempre vou te amar. mas talvez, você não entenda essa coisa de fazer o mundo acreditar que &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;meu amor não será passageiro te amarei de janeiro a janeiro até o mundo acabar.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dia maravilhoso!&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/8899640387430746676-4285712378690680231?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/4285712378690680231/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=4285712378690680231' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/4285712378690680231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/4285712378690680231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TAMbjsca9yQ/TesYcelWvqI/AAAAAAAABAw/knuaX7MD9SM/s1600/cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TAMbjsca9yQ/TesYcelWvqI/AAAAAAAABAw/knuaX7MD9SM/s400/cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614608237972602530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;" é me esqueci da luz da cozinha acesa, de fechar a geladeira, de limpar os pés, me esqueci Jesus! de anotar os recados. todas janelas abertas, onde eu guardei a fé... em nós. meu café em pó solúvel, minha fé deu nó, minha fé em pó solúvel. é... meu computador apagou minha memória, meus textos da madrugada, tudo o que eu já salvei. e o tanto que eu vou salvar, das conversas sem pressa, das mais bonitas mentiras. hoje eu não vivo só... em paz. hoje eu vivo em paz sozinho. muitos passarão, outros tantos passarinho, muitos passarão. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;que o teu afeto me afetou é fato&lt;/span&gt;, agora faça me um favor. a razão é como uma equação de matemática... tira a prática de sermos... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;um pouco mais de nós&lt;/span&gt;! que o teu afeto me afetou é fato, agora faça me um favor, um favor... por favor."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-4291050073733182941?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/4291050073733182941/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=4291050073733182941' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-8192143038160677777</id><published>2011-06-05T02:01:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T02:38:16.845-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P-altnVttrM/TesPwwgVS6I/AAAAAAAABAg/1Nw_6hytcds/s1600/em%2Bcasa%2B8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P-altnVttrM/TesPwwgVS6I/AAAAAAAABAg/1Nw_6hytcds/s400/em%2Bcasa%2B8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614598690776107938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as coisas mudam, as pessoas mudam. o tempo corre e vai colocando as coisas no lugar. tenho lido um livro que a cada página se torna mais engraçado e maravilhoso. (o Hobbit) se tornou um parceiro de caminhada, um livro leve. apenas um livro! um daqueles livros que te abrem os olhos pras coisas boas, verdadeiras. pra uma vida simples, uma vida divertida e cheia de "aventuras". a verdade é que temos que nos jogar. sair de cima da montanha de hipocrisia, se jogar pro que é novo, pro que realmente vale a pena. vamos fazer acontecer de verdade dessa vez, vamos sorrir pra vida, pro que ela trás de melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amor,&lt;br /&gt;amor,                      é simples!&lt;br /&gt;amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;encontrando o equilibrio,&lt;br /&gt;se tem que ser assim, que assim seja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sim, meus queridos! estou sem tempo para ser infeliz.&lt;br /&gt;"muito amor demais, é o que tem pra hoje" e pra sempre!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-8192143038160677777?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/8192143038160677777/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=8192143038160677777' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/8192143038160677777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/8192143038160677777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/06/as-coisas-mudam-as-pessoas-mudam.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P-altnVttrM/TesPwwgVS6I/AAAAAAAABAg/1Nw_6hytcds/s72-c/em%2Bcasa%2B8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-6268320177316078122</id><published>2011-05-28T00:53:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T02:26:44.956-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>16560 horas.&lt;br /&gt;690 dias.&lt;br /&gt;92 semanas. &lt;br /&gt;23 meses.&lt;br /&gt;1 ano e 11 meses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5HlajAkosZk/TeB-c1pceyI/AAAAAAAABAU/0l_uCl2uzg4/s1600/4927077892_1036a34f7e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5HlajAkosZk/TeB-c1pceyI/AAAAAAAABAU/0l_uCl2uzg4/s400/4927077892_1036a34f7e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611624169605987106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...e tudo se resume a plena felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;dia maravilhoso esse que eu tive! e que venham outros!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah! uma grande amiga ainda me fez o favor de lembrar..&lt;br /&gt;"camarada leve a vida mais leve, &lt;br /&gt;não deixe que ela escorregue...que te cause mais dor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vivendo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-6268320177316078122?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/6268320177316078122/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5HlajAkosZk/TeB-c1pceyI/AAAAAAAABAU/0l_uCl2uzg4/s72-c/4927077892_1036a34f7e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-2642216003713509196</id><published>2011-05-26T00:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T00:14:13.473-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah. eu prefiro assim. em paz.&lt;br /&gt;sem brigas e com uma tranquilidade na voz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rrpUSThQ0H0/Td3FUMvixRI/AAAAAAAABAM/MFOvuh3RZ-8/s1600/2167266205_882e0c6169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rrpUSThQ0H0/Td3FUMvixRI/AAAAAAAABAM/MFOvuh3RZ-8/s400/2167266205_882e0c6169.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610857661582198034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a vida já é tão curta e temos tanto a viver.&lt;br /&gt;pra que perder tempo com coisas tão pequenas, não é mesmo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-2642216003713509196?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/2642216003713509196/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=2642216003713509196' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/2642216003713509196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/2642216003713509196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/05/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rrpUSThQ0H0/Td3FUMvixRI/AAAAAAAABAM/MFOvuh3RZ-8/s72-c/2167266205_882e0c6169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-1718630365982420051</id><published>2011-05-23T00:15:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T00:22:06.080-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tá tudo tão doce, tão brilhante, colorido, calmo, bonito, tá tudo da tua cor, do teu sabor, cheirando teu cheiro, deixando tudo desarrumado, amassado, e teus braços, nos meus braços, teu peito, meu rosto, tá tudo tão mel, tão musical, tão real.&lt;br /&gt;                                      &lt;em&gt;tá tudo lindo&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VgIrxM9qfdY/TdnSfFD0uCI/AAAAAAAAA_8/NCXpPP95VMo/s1600/104441130_29d57d38c7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VgIrxM9qfdY/TdnSfFD0uCI/AAAAAAAAA_8/NCXpPP95VMo/s400/104441130_29d57d38c7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609746242242656290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, meu amigo..meu bom amigo.&lt;br /&gt;aprenda o que é amar amando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pra hoje eu só tenho isso, e eu só quero isso &lt;strong&gt;(pra sempre)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-1718630365982420051?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/1718630365982420051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=1718630365982420051' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/1718630365982420051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/1718630365982420051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/05/ta-tudo-tao-doce-tao-brilhante-colorido.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VgIrxM9qfdY/TdnSfFD0uCI/AAAAAAAAA_8/NCXpPP95VMo/s72-c/104441130_29d57d38c7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-8724383098175894124</id><published>2011-05-21T01:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T01:41:20.609-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>como já disse Cazuza: "vida louca, vida"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ando cansada fisicamente e emocionalmente, cansada do clima em constante mudança e das músicas do meu celular, cansada do ônibus lotado e da má educação das pessoas de cá, cansanda dos professores 'donos da razão' e de andar pelo campus da ufma, cansada até mesmo de ler (algo que eu nunca cansei), cansada de fazer tudo o que sempre faço e repetir as atitudes, as reclamações, repetir o olhar para dizer o que já tá escrito na testa, cansada de ter que esperar por você, cansada demais pra me cansar. o mundo não para pra mim...não adianta Raul, não adianta dizer: "pare o mundo que eu quero descer" porque ele não atende. você tem que enfrentar, é o que dizem, fazer melhor, mostrar o valor, o seu valor. eu sei, eu sei, é tudo sem nexo pra você, não é mesmo, querido leitor? mas faz sentido na minha cabeça. enfim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é engraçado, eu nem pretendia escrever tanto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-8724383098175894124?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/8724383098175894124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=8724383098175894124' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/8724383098175894124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/8724383098175894124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/05/como-ja-disse-cazuza-vida-louca-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-997843331288965364</id><published>2011-05-07T01:13:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T01:44:12.704-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MAnBTAlEdz0/TcTLy6CwweI/AAAAAAAAA_c/ySiBdGaCJY0/s1600/2595155260_c1306b932e_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MAnBTAlEdz0/TcTLy6CwweI/AAAAAAAAA_c/ySiBdGaCJY0/s400/2595155260_c1306b932e_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603827911790477794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a vida é breve.&lt;br /&gt;o tempo voa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 aproveite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-997843331288965364?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/997843331288965364/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=997843331288965364' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/997843331288965364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/997843331288965364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/05/vida-e-breve.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MAnBTAlEdz0/TcTLy6CwweI/AAAAAAAAA_c/ySiBdGaCJY0/s72-c/2595155260_c1306b932e_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-8849163455823109753</id><published>2011-05-02T00:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T00:03:02.650-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"mas deite aqui perto de mim, &lt;br /&gt;vamos acalmar num abraço...&lt;br /&gt;gostar geralmente é assim,&lt;br /&gt;nunca é sempre fácil" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o amor é feito de muito começos. o nosso não é diferente...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;feliz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-8849163455823109753?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/8849163455823109753/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=8849163455823109753' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/8849163455823109753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/8849163455823109753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/05/mas-deite-aqui-perto-de-mim-vamos.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-9030932900101375127</id><published>2011-04-30T00:53:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T01:03:36.173-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"quis nunca te perder, tanto que demais via em tudo o céu, fiz de tudo o cais. dei-te pra ancorar doces deletérios. e quis ter os pés no chão, tanto eu abri mão que hoje eu entendi, sonho não se dá. é botão de flor &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o sabor de fel é de cortar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;eu sei, é um doce te amar, o amargo é querer-te pra mim&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do que eu preciso é lembrar, me ver, antes de te ter e de ser teu..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;muito bem... &lt;/strong&gt;quis nunca te ganhar, tanto que forjei asas nos teus pés, ondas pra levar, deixo desvendar todos os mistérios. sei, tanto te soltei que você me quis em todo lugar. lia em cada olhar quanta intenção, eu vivia preso. eu sei, é um doce te amar, o amargo é querer-te pra mim. do que eu preciso é lembrar, me ver, antes de te ter e de ser teu. o que eu queria, o que eu fazia, o que mais? que alguma coisa a gente tem que amar, mas o que? não sei mais! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;os dias que eu me vejo só são dias que eu me encontro mais e mesmo assim eu sei tão bem existe alguém pra me libertar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diz muito.&lt;br /&gt;...diria que diz tudo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-9030932900101375127?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/9030932900101375127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=9030932900101375127' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/9030932900101375127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/9030932900101375127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/04/quis-nunca-te-perder-tanto-que-demais.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-6113353557954604268</id><published>2011-04-25T09:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T09:56:53.748-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fechada pra balanço.&lt;br /&gt;Minha. Sozinha. Calada. &lt;br /&gt;Buscando calma. Me buscando. Me revendo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não há o que explicar.&lt;br /&gt;não há o que falar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esse momento é meu e eu preciso passar por ele sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;"...não dê muita atenção se eu demorar pra voltar um pouco mais dessa vez."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;até.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-6113353557954604268?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/6113353557954604268/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=6113353557954604268' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/6113353557954604268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/6113353557954604268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/04/fechada-pra-balanco.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-3791204284880352237</id><published>2011-04-24T00:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T00:31:06.346-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sabe quando você vai explodindo aos poucos?&lt;br /&gt;por dentro, um grito preso na garganta, uma vontade de correr, correr da dor, do rancor, de tudo o que há de ruim na sua vida, na sua carne, na sua cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me sinto mal, tão mal...&lt;br /&gt;me sinto completamente, absolutamente só.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu preciso estar morrendo?&lt;br /&gt;eu preciso estar no fundo da terra?&lt;br /&gt;eu preciso me ferir, me machucar fisicamente?&lt;br /&gt;preciso enlouquecer? preciso ir embora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu realmente preciso tomar atitudes que não quero?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é tudo necessário?&lt;br /&gt;é necessário manter esse grito na garganta? até quando?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o que eu preciso fazer pra que as pessoas percebam que eu não sou de pedra,&lt;br /&gt;que não vou ficar aqui pra sempre e, principalmente, que eu as amo. de todo meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;palavras ferem. atos matam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-3791204284880352237?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/3791204284880352237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=3791204284880352237' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/3791204284880352237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/3791204284880352237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/04/sabe-quando-voce-vai-explodindo-aos.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-8010403477415788471</id><published>2011-04-23T00:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T01:12:09.356-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as vezes penso tanto no futuro,&lt;br /&gt;mas tanto, tando! e gosto tanto do que imagino,&lt;br /&gt;dos sonhos que tenho, dos desejos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horas a fio eu passo pensando,&lt;br /&gt;planejando cada detalhe desses sonhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que o tempo voe baby,&lt;br /&gt;que as coisas se realizem,&lt;br /&gt;que tudo dê certo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e que Deus continue abençoando nós dois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiquem bem, ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-8010403477415788471?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/8010403477415788471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=8010403477415788471' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/8010403477415788471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/8010403477415788471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/04/as-vezes-penso-tanto-no-futuro-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-7219783158607453660</id><published>2011-04-20T00:34:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T00:48:24.912-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-llnYsDA3EQc/Ta5XdyXnc7I/AAAAAAAAA-s/VEzmFyVHLA0/s1600/4396877916_51590734b9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-llnYsDA3EQc/Ta5XdyXnc7I/AAAAAAAAA-s/VEzmFyVHLA0/s320/4396877916_51590734b9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597507556116755378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amo a liberdade, por isso deixo as coisas que amo livres. Se elas voltarem é porque as conquistei. Se não voltarem é porque nunca as possuí. (John Lennon)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-7219783158607453660?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/7219783158607453660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=7219783158607453660' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/7219783158607453660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/7219783158607453660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/04/amo-liberdade-por-isso-deixo-as-coisas.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-llnYsDA3EQc/Ta5XdyXnc7I/AAAAAAAAA-s/VEzmFyVHLA0/s72-c/4396877916_51590734b9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-5183923182524329693</id><published>2011-04-20T00:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T00:33:19.381-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>baby, você tem que entender.&lt;br /&gt;é difícil, eu sei. já passei por isso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;olhe...o céu, o horizonte, lá no alto as aves voam...e a maré passa ao lado.&lt;br /&gt;no balanço desse enorme carro a gente pensa, cada um pensa algo..&lt;br /&gt;cada um tem seu amor, teve, terá. problemas, dúvidas, dívidas!&lt;br /&gt;ah, meu querido, somo todos tão diferentes e tão iguais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e sabe, eu tenho mudado. mudado tanto...e tenho gostado dessa mudança.&lt;br /&gt;lembra das aves? na maestria do céu eu elevo os pensamentos e alcanço voo também, sem sair do lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sim, eu ainda estou aqui e daqui não me retiro&lt;br /&gt;e sabe porque? por que aqui eu quero ficar!&lt;br /&gt;mas observe melhor agora, agora que você está do outro lado, &lt;br /&gt;que está no meu lugar, no meu medo e tão mergulhado nesse amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiquem bem, =) &lt;br /&gt;ps.: aventura pela cidade com alguém absolutamente especial. ótima tarde essa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-5183923182524329693?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/5183923182524329693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=5183923182524329693' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/5183923182524329693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/5183923182524329693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/04/baby-voce-tem-que-entender.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-3135130537159697556</id><published>2011-04-17T20:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T20:29:27.085-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sabe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as vezes você aprende que pode fazer valer a pena.&lt;br /&gt;que pode tentar, se jogar, aproveitar essa loucura que é a vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai tudo fica mais bonito, colorido. infinito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o tempo voa, meus queridos,&lt;br /&gt;antes dele se mandar, a gente aproveita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é, as coisas mudam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-3135130537159697556?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/3135130537159697556/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=3135130537159697556' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/3135130537159697556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/3135130537159697556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/04/sabe-as-vezes-voce-aprende-que-pode.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-4601638246203332265</id><published>2011-04-16T02:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T02:55:56.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ED9G0rAtmNc/TakvVdkt1BI/AAAAAAAAA-k/8JiAoUHBC28/s1600/preto%2Be%2Bbranco%2B%252896%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 173px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ED9G0rAtmNc/TakvVdkt1BI/AAAAAAAAA-k/8JiAoUHBC28/s320/preto%2Be%2Bbranco%2B%252896%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596056057746936850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah sim,&lt;br /&gt;eu to tããããão feliz! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grande motivo: FLAMENGO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-4601638246203332265?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/4601638246203332265/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=4601638246203332265' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/4601638246203332265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/4601638246203332265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/04/ah-sim-eu-to-taaaaao-feliz-grande.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ED9G0rAtmNc/TakvVdkt1BI/AAAAAAAAA-k/8JiAoUHBC28/s72-c/preto%2Be%2Bbranco%2B%252896%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-1018206061944952591</id><published>2011-04-16T02:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T02:53:56.178-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o que eu faria sem um amiga, uma irmã, hein? (R.♥)&lt;br /&gt;tava perdida. acho que me encontrei. obrigada, de verdade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a palavra do momento é mudança.&lt;br /&gt;e das brabas, das complicadas, das difíceis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas, absolutamente, necessárias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vamos lá baby, eu não sou de entrar pra perder,&lt;br /&gt;não faço as coisas se perderem.&lt;br /&gt;...eu sei, me perdi. mas ei, só me acho em 'mim'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;até breve. ou não.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-1018206061944952591?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/1018206061944952591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-5293854795340229877</id><published>2011-04-10T02:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T02:27:41.801-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>enquanto eu brigar, incomodar, discordar, xingar, encher o saco, reclamar, procurar, chamar, chorar, ligar; tudo bem. quando eu ignorar, aí você pode começar a se preocupar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fato&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-5293854795340229877?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/5293854795340229877/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=5293854795340229877' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/5293854795340229877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/5293854795340229877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/04/enquanto-eu-brigar-incomodar-discordar.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-5165246811282725955</id><published>2011-04-10T00:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T00:59:06.826-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e a gente se perde na correria dos dias,&lt;br /&gt;eu nem corro. parece que sim, mas não.&lt;br /&gt;você corre, corre sempre.&lt;br /&gt;e eu fico aqui, parada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desanimo. só isso...não gosto, não gosto de ficar assim,&lt;br /&gt;e nunca vou gostar. não me acostumo, e tenho dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sim, eu ando triste. e que fique claro, apenas com isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o caso é que não gosto de ver o tempo passar,&lt;br /&gt;correr por entre os meus dedos,&lt;br /&gt;tanto tempo já passou pra mim. &lt;br /&gt;o negócio é aproveitar, cada segundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora que nos encontramos,&lt;br /&gt;entre tantos anos, entre tanta gente...&lt;br /&gt;...estamos perdendo tempo. é o que acho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e sei que é necessário, sei mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;mas é realmente necessário tudo isso!?&lt;br /&gt;toda essa distância, essa ausência?&lt;br /&gt;o que eu digo é que as coisas precisam ser pesadas &lt;br /&gt;nos momentos oportunos, por que o tempo voa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a vida é breve.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-5165246811282725955?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/5165246811282725955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=5165246811282725955' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/5165246811282725955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/5165246811282725955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-gente-se-perde-na-correria-dos-dias.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-9164781467594105341</id><published>2011-04-09T00:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T00:21:42.982-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nem me lembrava que amanhã era sábado querido leitor,&lt;br /&gt;tamanha correria dos dias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e que dia o de hoje!&lt;br /&gt;foi absolutamente &lt;em&gt;m a g n í f i c o.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pouco a dizer ultimamente, muito pra fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tem sido tudo muito '&lt;strong&gt;o que eu quero fazer!&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;e isso é ótimo, meus queridos! ótimo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiquem bem, (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-9164781467594105341?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/9164781467594105341/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=9164781467594105341' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/9164781467594105341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/9164781467594105341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/04/nem-me-lembrava-que-amanha-era-sabado.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-7172458188237158277</id><published>2011-03-27T23:51:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T23:52:39.562-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5y6X7MKvy8c/TY_37WHGuVI/AAAAAAAAA-c/sqbxaXLqbOM/s1600/mo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5y6X7MKvy8c/TY_37WHGuVI/AAAAAAAAA-c/sqbxaXLqbOM/s320/mo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588958261509798226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tudo bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e o coração volta a bater tranquilo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é amor demais,&lt;br /&gt;amor maior do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é tão difícil falar e dizer coisas que não podem ser ditas. é tão silencioso. como traduzir o silêncio do encontro real entre nós dois? dificílimo contar. olhei pra você fixamente por instantes. tais momentos são meus segredos. houve o que se chama de comunhão perfeita. eu chamo isto de estado agudo de felicidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-7172458188237158277?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/7172458188237158277/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-2436073398073472397</id><published>2011-03-27T03:02:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T03:17:26.653-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>03:02 hr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;começou a chover forte agora,&lt;br /&gt;e tudo se intensifica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nobody said it was easy" ♫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu não gosto do que está acontecendo,&lt;br /&gt;não faz parte da minha natureza gostar de algo assim,&lt;br /&gt;não faz parte de mim, nem mesmo, me acostumar com algo assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e sabe o que eu menos gosto em tudo isso?&lt;br /&gt;o seu silêncio, o seu "não quero falar sobre isso."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sempre parece que eu to errada,&lt;br /&gt;...eu nunca sei o que fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫ "no one ever said it would be so hard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hora de dormir, dormir feliz pelo dia maravilhoso com você&lt;br /&gt;e triste pelos minutos dolorosos ouvindo o que eu menos queria ouvir&lt;br /&gt;e falando de coisas que não precisava falar, nem precisava existir..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu ando cansada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(isso pode ser preocupante)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-2436073398073472397?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/2436073398073472397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=2436073398073472397' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Bh6SbFfXx0/TY7RRwIWsEI/AAAAAAAAA-U/TfKZEkrN0S0/s1600/26.03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Bh6SbFfXx0/TY7RRwIWsEI/AAAAAAAAA-U/TfKZEkrN0S0/s320/26.03.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588634290521288770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry. You don't know how lovely you are I had to find you, tell you I need you and tell you I set you apart. Tell me your secrets, And ask me your questions. oh let's go back to the start. Running in circles, Coming in tails heads on a science apart. Nobody said it was easy, It's such a shame for us to part, Nobody said it was easy, no one ever said it would be this hard. oh take me back to the start. I was just guessing at numbers and figures pulling the puzzles apart questions of science, science and progress. don't speak as loud as my heart and tell me you love me, Come back and haunt me. oh when I rush to the start running in circles, Chasing tails coming back as we are. nobody said it was easy. oh it's such a shame for us to part. nobody said it was easy, no one ever said it would be so hard. I'm going back to the start" ♫ Coldplay - The Scientist &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diz muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.03 ♥ ...love you &lt;strong&gt;forever&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feliz por hoje, feliz por estar contigo [21]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-918248453613817689?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/918248453613817689/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=918248453613817689' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/918248453613817689'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-3415022824292420449</id><published>2011-03-26T01:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T01:42:20.290-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I3zZkBcAPkY/TY1ueFujShI/AAAAAAAAA-E/q4rKvalXWiU/s1600/Imagem04877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I3zZkBcAPkY/TY1ueFujShI/AAAAAAAAA-E/q4rKvalXWiU/s320/Imagem04877.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588244175849212434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;em&gt;adoraaaaaaaaaaando&lt;/em&gt; tudo isso!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-3415022824292420449?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I3zZkBcAPkY/TY1ueFujShI/AAAAAAAAA-E/q4rKvalXWiU/s72-c/Imagem04877.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-645293905858055918</id><published>2011-03-26T01:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T01:32:15.511-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10:13, você no pensamento, faço algo pra comer, banho, ônibus vazio, faculdade, aulas de história, biblioteca, você no pensamento, caminhando pelo campus, você no pensamento, outro ônibus vazio, trânsito, você no pensamento, placa: "meu grande amor".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________ mensagem.&lt;br /&gt;"se você conseguir ler essa mensagem vai saber que eu sou louco por você... &lt;3"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorriso, sorriso, felicidade, onda de amor. você, sempre você!&lt;br /&gt;e depois de quase dois anos, depois de tantas coisas juntos...parece que é só o começo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;volta pra casa, e você no pensamento...o tempo inteiro!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-645293905858055918?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/645293905858055918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=645293905858055918' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/645293905858055918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/645293905858055918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/03/1013-voce-no-pensamento-faco-algo-pra.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-3689573147719812217</id><published>2011-03-21T23:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T23:55:49.442-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quando você teve um dia ruim não precisa derramar&lt;br /&gt;seu desalento e chateação nos outros. lembre-se disso.&lt;br /&gt;isso pode acabar com o dia de outras pessoas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;odeio coisas sem sentido&lt;br /&gt;palavras sem sentido,&lt;br /&gt;sentimentos sem sentido,&lt;br /&gt;ódio sem sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e quando coisas assim acabam o meu dia eu odeio ainda mais! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as coisas tendem a piorar do ponto de vista de proximidade.&lt;br /&gt;mas tendem a melhorar pro futuro e isso me agrada grandemente.&lt;br /&gt;Deus vai abençoar, vai dar conforto nos dias difíceis..eu sei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ainda assim não gosto de ficar longe,&lt;br /&gt;de não manter contado,&lt;br /&gt;de não sentir sempre que possível &lt;em&gt;sua&lt;/em&gt; respiração perto,&lt;br /&gt;de não ouvir &lt;em&gt;sua&lt;/em&gt; voz durante o dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...mas tudo é por algo muito maior e ainda melhor. eu sei!&lt;br /&gt;mesmo assim, ainda preciso me "acostumar" com a idéia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiquem bem, (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-3689573147719812217?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/3689573147719812217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=3689573147719812217' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/3689573147719812217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/3689573147719812217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/03/quando-voce-teve-um-dia-ruim-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-6141408286429442416</id><published>2011-03-17T00:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T00:50:33.199-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>poderia falar das maravilhas da universidade,&lt;br /&gt;mas ainda não. hoje não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;demoro muito pra fazer certas coisas,&lt;br /&gt;porque vai contra a minha natureza.&lt;br /&gt;mas quando isso se torna a única forma de demonstrar tais&lt;br /&gt;'certas coisas', é o jeito. e mudo...nem sempre é bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e é realmente difícil, &lt;br /&gt;mas não vejo outro modo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiquem bem, (:&lt;br /&gt;eu apareço, assim que der!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-6141408286429442416?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/6141408286429442416/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=6141408286429442416' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/6141408286429442416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/6141408286429442416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/03/poderia-falar-das-maravilhas-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-2368829497399948435</id><published>2011-03-12T02:09:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T02:30:25.998-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>vejo a correria se aproximar.&lt;br /&gt;vejo o tempo passar rápido demais.&lt;br /&gt;algumas coisas não são mais iguais...muito mudou.&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que eu acredito ganhou novas afimações e não.&lt;br /&gt;sinto o novo chegando, vindo rápido e ao menos tempo devagar demais.&lt;br /&gt;parece que agora tudo vai pegar carona nisso, vai fluir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a palavra certa, a hora certa.&lt;br /&gt;　 　 　 　 　 &lt;strong&gt;fluir. &lt;/strong&gt;　 　 　 　 　 &lt;strong&gt;agora.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me sinto muito bem, apesar das insatisfações&lt;br /&gt;mas de insatisfações o ser humano é feito e acredito&lt;br /&gt;que por conta delas é que realizamos cada vez mais feitos.&lt;br /&gt;...e os sonhos estão na minha frente agora,&lt;br /&gt;e os ouço: "realize-se."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não poderia estar em melhor companhia agora,&lt;br /&gt;Deus comigo, &lt;em&gt;você&lt;/em&gt; comigo. e eu, finalmente comigo.&lt;br /&gt;"todos os dias quando acordo não tenho mais o tempo que passou, mas tenho muito tempo...temos todo o tempo do mundo...todos os dias antes de dormir lembro e esqueço como foi o dia, &lt;strong&gt;sempre em frente&lt;/strong&gt;, não temos tempo a perder...nosso suor sagrado é bem mais belo que esse sangue amargo e tão sério e selvagem!...veja o sol dessa manhã tão cinza, a tempestade que chega é da cor dos teus olhos castanhos...então &lt;em&gt;me abraça forte e diz mais uma vez que já estamos distantes de tudo&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;temos nosso próprio tempo&lt;/strong&gt;, temos nosso próprio tempo. não tenho medo do escuro mas deixe as luzes acesas agora, o que foi escondido é o que se escondeu e o que foi prometido, ninguém prometeu, nem foi tempo perdido, somos tão jovens..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-2368829497399948435?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/2368829497399948435/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=2368829497399948435' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/2368829497399948435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/2368829497399948435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/03/vejo-correria-se-aproximar.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-6684517562593338892</id><published>2011-03-11T00:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T00:50:40.258-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JTqBPcT36LI/TXmcBz1MxoI/AAAAAAAAA98/ABhps62_XUI/s1600/meu%2Bbem%2B%2528183%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JTqBPcT36LI/TXmcBz1MxoI/AAAAAAAAA98/ABhps62_XUI/s320/meu%2Bbem%2B%2528183%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582664768009586306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diário de uma paixão (diálogo):&lt;br /&gt;"O melhor amor é aquele que nos desperta a alma e nos faz querer mais, aquele que coloca um fogo no coração e traz paz à mente. E foi isso que você me deu, e o que espero dar a você para sempre, amo você."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minha mente está em paz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-6684517562593338892?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/6684517562593338892/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=6684517562593338892' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/6684517562593338892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/6684517562593338892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/03/diario-de-uma-paixao-dialogo-o-melhor.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JTqBPcT36LI/TXmcBz1MxoI/AAAAAAAAA98/ABhps62_XUI/s72-c/meu%2Bbem%2B%2528183%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-5188617845673528441</id><published>2011-03-09T23:37:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T23:49:53.279-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>essa postagem é completamente para uma pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;aos outros queridos leitores, eu apareço, assim que der! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu sei que é difícil.&lt;br /&gt;eu sou difícil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desequilibrada, meio anormal, meio sem sentido, eu nunca sei ao certo o que vou fazer, o que quero. certezas eu quase não tenho, sinto vontades o tempo inteiro. sou nervosa, meio deprimida até. sou chorona mesmo, me sinto mal quando alguém tá mal, não consigo dormir bem, não como. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sou ciúmenta mesmo, não gosto de imaginar perdas, mas imagino sempre e isso me causa verdadeiro pânico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas quando eu amo, ah...eu amo mesmo! de verdade, completamente, intensamente. é, eu posso e devo ser grudenta, às vezes. eu sinto falta o tempo todo, eu nem sempre dou carinhos, mas sempre to querendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu não sou perfeita,&lt;br /&gt;nunca vou ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas eu amo, de verdade. e eu sei que é recíproco.&lt;br /&gt;e quando soube que era, eu me tornei a mulher mais feliz do mundo todo.&lt;br /&gt;"não quero ter razão, eu quero ser feliz." apenas isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu sei que está lendo isso.&lt;br /&gt;e eu só quero que entenda, eu to meio sem sentido agora.&lt;br /&gt;e machucando você...isso me afeta mais do que você imagina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perdão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu realmente, realmente sinto muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sua&lt;/em&gt; Ju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDhbUwShfzg/TXg5uVONW_I/AAAAAAAAA90/aXXzyaOLRcI/s1600/meu%2Bbem%2B%252843%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDhbUwShfzg/TXg5uVONW_I/AAAAAAAAA90/aXXzyaOLRcI/s320/meu%2Bbem%2B%252843%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582275206259235826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...e você já deve saber que eu reconheço que to errada,&lt;br /&gt;que to errando. e lembra das poucas certezas ali em cima? &lt;br /&gt;pois é...a única certeza que eu tenho é que quero você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;together and ever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;para sempre e sempre. &lt;br /&gt;toujours et à jamais.&lt;br /&gt;immer und ewig.&lt;br /&gt;saecula saeculorum.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-5188617845673528441?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/5188617845673528441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=5188617845673528441' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/5188617845673528441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/5188617845673528441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/03/essa-postagem-e-completamente-para-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDhbUwShfzg/TXg5uVONW_I/AAAAAAAAA90/aXXzyaOLRcI/s72-c/meu%2Bbem%2B%252843%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-5359671522614054999</id><published>2011-03-05T01:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T01:03:25.434-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>carnaval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se&lt;/strong&gt; eu não gostasse&lt;br /&gt;estaria feliz...pelo feriado que vou ter. ¬¬'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saudade que aperta. &lt;br /&gt;de você, é claro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-5359671522614054999?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/5359671522614054999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=5359671522614054999' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/5359671522614054999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/5359671522614054999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/03/carnaval.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-3919088627722664290</id><published>2011-02-28T02:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T02:31:32.739-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Acho que tudo nasce do amor. Aquele amor que se constrói no instante de um olhar e aquele amor que mesmo depois de anos e anos de convivência ainda está lá, persiste.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que um novo começo está por vir. Eu ainda espero por algo, algo que ainda não encontrei, que ainda não sei ao certo o que é, algo que...apenas quero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Março.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é tão seu.&lt;br /&gt;É hora de algo mudar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me bem, &lt;br /&gt;E, depois me muito tempo eu realmente que fazer algo. Quero fazer as coisas andarem, correrem, fluírem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-3919088627722664290?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/3919088627722664290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=3919088627722664290' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/3919088627722664290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/3919088627722664290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/02/acho-que-tudo-nasce-do-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-7527257579208348879</id><published>2011-02-20T23:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T00:34:34.968-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>em paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ah, se você nunca vai prestar&lt;br /&gt;e eu também nunca vou prestar&lt;br /&gt;isso só pode ser muito bom pra nós dois...&lt;br /&gt;lá pra frente da relação."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-7527257579208348879?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/7527257579208348879/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=7527257579208348879' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/7527257579208348879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/7527257579208348879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/02/em-paz.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-1692240620174847355</id><published>2011-02-20T01:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T01:32:58.280-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>não tem volta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o que está feito, está feito!&lt;br /&gt;...aqui dentro tá tudo enrolado, tudo conturbado. fora do lugar.&lt;br /&gt;poderia enlouquecer agora, poderia correr...na verdade, essa é a vontade.&lt;br /&gt;correr. sentir o mar, o vento. preciso de algo que me dê paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acho que quero ficar só.&lt;br /&gt;por uma semana. apenas uma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"E se você dormisse? E se você sonhasse? E se, em seu sonho você fosse ao paraíso e lá colhesse uma flor bela e estranha? E se, ao despertar, você tivesse a flor entre as mãos? Ah, e então?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S. T. Coleridge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-1692240620174847355?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/1692240620174847355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=1692240620174847355' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/1692240620174847355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/1692240620174847355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/02/nao-tem-volta.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-5129605283619657458</id><published>2011-02-18T23:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T00:27:41.451-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tranquilidade,&lt;br /&gt;pausa, momento,&lt;br /&gt;tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pra mim&lt;/strong&gt;. (&lt;em&gt;exclusivamente&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;viajaria agora mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;pra uma praia deserta e ficaria por lá&lt;br /&gt;uma semana só eu e Deus. &lt;br /&gt;minha cabeça precisa de um tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas a vida...&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;em&gt;vida segue&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-5129605283619657458?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/5129605283619657458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=5129605283619657458' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/5129605283619657458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/5129605283619657458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/02/tranquilidade-pausa-momento-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-6833093662726900024</id><published>2011-02-17T00:24:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T00:40:53.924-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"...stones taught me to fly&lt;br /&gt;love taught me to cry&lt;br /&gt;so come on courage&lt;br /&gt;teach me to be shy&lt;br /&gt;'cause it's not hard to fall and I don't want to scare her&lt;br /&gt;it's not hard to fall and I don't wanna lose&lt;br /&gt;it's not hard to grow&lt;br /&gt;When you know that you just don't know ♫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l_G3L4mY364/TVyYfkqFbDI/AAAAAAAAA8g/92KN8Tv4QgA/s1600/4699497941_0f507ae585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l_G3L4mY364/TVyYfkqFbDI/AAAAAAAAA8g/92KN8Tv4QgA/s320/4699497941_0f507ae585.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574498106961390642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vida que segue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-6833093662726900024?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/6833093662726900024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=6833093662726900024' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/6833093662726900024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/6833093662726900024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l_G3L4mY364/TVyYfkqFbDI/AAAAAAAAA8g/92KN8Tv4QgA/s72-c/4699497941_0f507ae585.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-9041233598736225710</id><published>2011-02-06T23:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T00:10:40.445-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bom, eu to feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muito feliz,&lt;br /&gt;mas &lt;em&gt;muito&lt;/em&gt; feliz mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;motivo: não vou ficar um ano parada, estudando tudo o que eu já estudei (de novo), não vou fazer cursinho, não preciso mais fazer vestibular, não vou mais ser um nada, não vou mais parecer uma 'adolescente'. (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ou seja, EU PASSEI! \o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sim, queridos! eu passei no vestibular!&lt;br /&gt;estou dentro da UFMA. curso: pedagogia. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;novo momento,&lt;br /&gt;novas pessoas,&lt;br /&gt;novo sentimento,&lt;br /&gt;tudo novo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ma ra vi lha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obrigada DEUS. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-9041233598736225710?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/9041233598736225710/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=9041233598736225710' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/9041233598736225710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/9041233598736225710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/02/bom-eu-to-feliz.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-3612677474516557954</id><published>2011-02-01T00:10:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T00:11:21.026-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>movimento, &lt;br /&gt;agitação,&lt;br /&gt;o tempo todo,&lt;br /&gt;futuro, &lt;br /&gt;foco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;começou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tá do jeitinho que eu gosto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiquem bem, (:&lt;br /&gt;apareço quando der.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-3612677474516557954?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/3612677474516557954/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=3612677474516557954' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/3612677474516557954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/3612677474516557954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/02/movimento-agitacao-o-tempo-todo-futuro.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-950664372871719812</id><published>2011-01-30T01:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T02:13:06.131-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"still love it would be much better&lt;br /&gt;love it would be much better&lt;br /&gt;I'm told."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calafrios.&lt;br /&gt;mão, cabelos, cabeça virando&lt;br /&gt;ponta-cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e sempre esse seu olhar volta.&lt;br /&gt;volta com força. uma força que você nem deveria ter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ao fundo, ainda se ouve, ainda se sente.&lt;br /&gt;ainda se &lt;em&gt;quer&lt;/em&gt; a diferença.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-950664372871719812?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/950664372871719812/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=950664372871719812' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/950664372871719812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/950664372871719812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/01/still-love-it-would-be-much-better-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-3609844401643619103</id><published>2011-01-29T01:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T01:07:21.435-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e tudo volta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sua música ainda toca aqui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-3609844401643619103?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/3609844401643619103/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=3609844401643619103' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/3609844401643619103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/3609844401643619103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/01/e-tudo-volta.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-8090435203017561615</id><published>2011-01-22T00:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T00:35:04.782-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tem um momento que você percebe que aquela mensagem não vai chegar, que aquela ligação não vai acontecer, que você não vai sentir aquele cheiro sempre que quiser, que, mesmo que você se importe, muita gente não tá nem aí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TTpP_CZjn5I/AAAAAAAAA7U/6SS1_jUXeck/s1600/285328634_6ee60a21ec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TTpP_CZjn5I/AAAAAAAAA7U/6SS1_jUXeck/s320/285328634_6ee60a21ec.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564848233964085138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu compreendi hoje que, algumas pessoas vão machucar você e ainda assim, você continua a amá-las. e vai permanecer assim...não por que você é fraca e não se valoriza, mas por que o seu coração se nega a fazer qualquer coisa a não ser amar aquela pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atos.&lt;br /&gt;gestos.&lt;br /&gt;olho no olho.&lt;br /&gt;verdade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu deveria não me importar.&lt;br /&gt;mas me desculpe, eu me importo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coração que dói.&lt;br /&gt;corpo quente e com frio.&lt;br /&gt;chuva. resfriado forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é, eu to ótima!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felicidade que transborda por você, meu irmão!&lt;br /&gt;merece MUITO tudo isso. &lt;br /&gt;♥ eu te amo muito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-8090435203017561615?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/8090435203017561615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=8090435203017561615' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/8090435203017561615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/8090435203017561615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/01/tem-um-momento-que-voce-percebe-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TTpP_CZjn5I/AAAAAAAAA7U/6SS1_jUXeck/s72-c/285328634_6ee60a21ec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-1735541704964092819</id><published>2011-01-14T00:05:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T00:13:26.220-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>amor que transborda.&lt;br /&gt;lotado de amor. cheio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;queria gritar pro mundo...&lt;br /&gt;...dizer bem alto o que eu sinto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 I am yours. you are mine.&lt;br /&gt;　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 ♥ forever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;你和我，永遠在一起 ∞&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-1735541704964092819?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/1735541704964092819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=1735541704964092819' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/1735541704964092819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/1735541704964092819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/01/amor-que-transborda.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-8994449555359044630</id><published>2011-01-13T00:19:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T00:27:51.425-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>acredito tanto, sou tanto &lt;strong&gt;amor&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ele está encravado nas minhas células,&lt;br /&gt;misturado ao meu sangue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o que eu busco não tem nome,&lt;br /&gt;não se busca. não tem cheiro,&lt;br /&gt;não tem medo, não tem dor.&lt;br /&gt;tem muita cor. ah, um milhão de cores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;medo.&lt;br /&gt;medo.&lt;br /&gt;medo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;espero que a vida não dê um nó,&lt;br /&gt;e que a gente não se perca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Deixa assim como está sereno&lt;br /&gt;Pois &lt;em&gt;é de Deus&lt;br /&gt;Tudo aquilo que não se pode ver&lt;br /&gt;E ao amanhã a gente não diz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ao coração que teima em bater&lt;br /&gt;avisa que é de se entregar o viver &lt;br /&gt;Pois é, até&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde o destino não previu&lt;br /&gt;Sei mas atrás vou até onde eu conseguir&lt;br /&gt;Deixa o amanhã e a gente sorri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o coração já quer descansar&lt;br /&gt;Clareia minha vida, &lt;em&gt;amor&lt;/em&gt;, no olhar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiquem bem,&lt;br /&gt;eu ainda não me acostumei, nem vou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-8994449555359044630?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/8994449555359044630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=8994449555359044630' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/8994449555359044630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/8994449555359044630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/01/acredito-tanto-sou-tanto-amor-que-ele.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-2699077966116023616</id><published>2011-01-10T00:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T01:19:38.389-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a chuva trás coisas que só a &lt;em&gt;chuva&lt;/em&gt; pode trazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TSqHz7AbonI/AAAAAAAAA68/eBvJwkPV0Mk/s1600/rain.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/_g46lEuveLDk/TSqHz7AbonI/AAAAAAAAA68/eBvJwkPV0Mk/s320/rain.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560406016024879730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é uma imensa mistura de sentimentos e os sentidos ficam mais fortes...a cada gota, um pensamento. a cada pensamento, um plano. e a cada plano, um sonho. sonhos são coisa séria. o ano começou pra mim, começou pra você e logo a vida começará pra nós. e vida é &lt;strong&gt;viver&lt;/strong&gt;! a maioria apenas existe e não adianta tentar mentir, dizer que não, fazer uma imitação. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cabeça a mil,&lt;br /&gt;sentimentos firmes,&lt;br /&gt;o ano que &lt;em&gt;eu quero&lt;/em&gt; tá só começando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiquem muito bem! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-2699077966116023616?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/2699077966116023616/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=2699077966116023616' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/2699077966116023616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/2699077966116023616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/01/chuva-tras-coisas-que-so-chuva-pode.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TSqHz7AbonI/AAAAAAAAA68/eBvJwkPV0Mk/s72-c/rain.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-435018011415065782</id><published>2011-01-04T19:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T19:38:55.596-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2011 e pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vamos ver no que dá. &lt;br /&gt;eu &lt;em&gt;quero&lt;/em&gt; esse ano!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-435018011415065782?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/435018011415065782/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=435018011415065782' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/435018011415065782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/435018011415065782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-e-pronto.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-8205497119422635530</id><published>2010-12-27T01:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T01:23:33.220-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TRgUuPW4DJI/AAAAAAAAA50/q5JBhb2UnwA/s1600/3348291094_2a2b071228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TRgUuPW4DJI/AAAAAAAAA50/q5JBhb2UnwA/s320/3348291094_2a2b071228.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555212924990524562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decepção.&lt;br /&gt;tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...perdão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e fim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;algumas coisas não voltam, outras coisas não chegam nem perto do que esperamos. algumas pessoas não imaginam o mal que facilmente podem causar as outras. eu tenho um Pai abençoado que olha por mim, por nós, por aqueles que foram injustiçados. na verdade, a tranqüilidade me domina agora. veio uma vontade imensa de organizar as coisas, colocar tudo no lugar. 2011 servirá pra por tudo no lugar, de volta aos eixos da minha consciência, da minha paciência, da minha lucidez. chega de folga, de graça, de desprazer, de desfazer, de perder tempo, pessoas, lugares e coisas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;você ainda continua comigo,&lt;br /&gt;as vezes, de modo meio torto,&lt;br /&gt;as vezes, faltando um pouco,&lt;br /&gt;mas está comigo e isso me basta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o tempo passa e as coisas tendem a melhorar, pelo menos, no que depender de mim, e de você, não tenho dúvidas...tudo isso vai crescer, florescer e se modificar da melhor maneira possível, certo? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;até 2011.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-8205497119422635530?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/8205497119422635530/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=8205497119422635530' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/8205497119422635530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/8205497119422635530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/12/decepcao.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TRgUuPW4DJI/AAAAAAAAA50/q5JBhb2UnwA/s72-c/3348291094_2a2b071228.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-5509106788007410759</id><published>2010-12-14T01:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T01:52:17.318-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TQb2yTptMXI/AAAAAAAAA5A/opw1YvBd-mA/s1600/3665921757_ee54db3ab4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TQb2yTptMXI/AAAAAAAAA5A/opw1YvBd-mA/s320/3665921757_ee54db3ab4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550394934909809010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me sentindo completa. inteira.&lt;br /&gt;feliz, muito feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 tá chegando ao fim e a&lt;br /&gt;promessa é que 2011 seja duas vezes melhor..&lt;br /&gt;este ano trouxe muitas tristezas, &lt;br /&gt;mas trouxe taaaaaanta alegria! tanta descoberta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.12.2010: ótimo dia, pessoas incríveis.&lt;br /&gt;e a sensação é de dever cumprido!&lt;br /&gt;além disso, é absolutamente magnifico ver &lt;br /&gt;pessoas são importantes, tão essenciais perto de mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiquem bem, (:&lt;br /&gt;ps.: eu te amo! (é, eu sei que está lendo isso amor :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-5509106788007410759?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/5509106788007410759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=5509106788007410759' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/5509106788007410759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/5509106788007410759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/12/me-sentindo-completa.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TQb2yTptMXI/AAAAAAAAA5A/opw1YvBd-mA/s72-c/3665921757_ee54db3ab4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-6198467932488872502</id><published>2010-12-01T14:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T15:40:09.376-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TPaWgBut4oI/AAAAAAAAA4A/UTIgNrWp3SQ/s1600/4396877916_51590734b9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TPaWgBut4oI/AAAAAAAAA4A/UTIgNrWp3SQ/s320/4396877916_51590734b9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545785468117705346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(quase) férias. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e o corpo diz: "finalmente"&lt;br /&gt;e a mente diz: "finalmente"&lt;br /&gt;e o mundo diz: "vamos em frente"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-6198467932488872502?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/6198467932488872502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=6198467932488872502' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/6198467932488872502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/6198467932488872502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/12/quase-ferias.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TPaWgBut4oI/AAAAAAAAA4A/UTIgNrWp3SQ/s72-c/4396877916_51590734b9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-8437430078793429645</id><published>2010-11-10T23:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T23:45:39.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TNtYxVsDYGI/AAAAAAAAA2A/1OjXIboyj2k/s1600/J%2B%2528208%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TNtYxVsDYGI/AAAAAAAAA2A/1OjXIboyj2k/s320/J%2B%2528208%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538117771440906338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sem tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entendeu? :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-8437430078793429645?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/8437430078793429645/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=8437430078793429645' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/8437430078793429645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/8437430078793429645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/11/sem-tempo-entendeu-x.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TNtYxVsDYGI/AAAAAAAAA2A/1OjXIboyj2k/s72-c/J%2B%2528208%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-8885936026768950625</id><published>2010-11-02T00:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T00:56:09.566-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>acredito que só se vive para ser feliz,&lt;br /&gt;que só se vive pra &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;amar&lt;/span&gt;, pra ser amado,&lt;br /&gt;que só se vive pra ser doar, se dar, se entregar,&lt;br /&gt;que só se vive pra gritar, cantar, sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deve ser tudo festa, &lt;br /&gt;deve ser tudo bom,&lt;br /&gt;deve ser tudo possível!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chega de tanta reclamação, de tanta indecisão, de tanto drama! chega de tanto 'não', de tantas razões. onde está a emoção? o apego? o &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;? onde está a humanidade do ser humano? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cadê a pele, o cheiro, o sorriso, o brilho dos olhos?&lt;br /&gt;cadê a vontade de ir além, de fazer diferente?&lt;br /&gt;cadê a coragem de se atirar, de cair, de aprender?&lt;br /&gt;cadê a paciência, o carinho, o &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o problema está em você! você passa outubro esperando novembro...você se acomoda, acha que não tem solução, acha que está tudo acabado, que não há jeito, que não há alternativa. você! você que não levanta a cabeça e decide &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mudar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...as vezes é difícil parar e perceber que só se vive uma vez, não é mesmo? mas SÓ se vive uma vez!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...a vida é pra valer&lt;br /&gt;E não se engane não, tem uma só&lt;br /&gt;Duas mesmo que é bom&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém vai me dizer que tem&lt;br /&gt;Sem provar muito bem provado&lt;br /&gt;Com certidão passada em cartório do céu&lt;br /&gt;E assinado embaixo: Deus&lt;br /&gt;E com firma reconhecida!&lt;br /&gt;A vida não é brincadeira, amigo&lt;br /&gt;A vida é arte do encontro&lt;br /&gt;Embora haja tanto desencontro pela vida (...)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;você precisa pensar!&lt;br /&gt;as pessoas já fazem quase tudo por você...e você? o que tem feito por você mesmo!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-8885936026768950625?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/8885936026768950625/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=8885936026768950625' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/8885936026768950625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/8885936026768950625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/11/acredito-que-so-se-vive-para-ser-feliz.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-3091963093656250872</id><published>2010-10-31T00:36:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T01:28:50.255-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>realizada.&lt;br /&gt;é como me sinto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.10.2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nunca me senti assim.&lt;br /&gt;experiências novas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TMzvUUUZm0I/AAAAAAAAA04/-Gz3LW71m0s/s1600/4943869559_c1c0140d65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TMzvUUUZm0I/AAAAAAAAA04/-Gz3LW71m0s/s320/4943869559_c1c0140d65.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534061174462192450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em amor...muito amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-3091963093656250872?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/3091963093656250872/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=3091963093656250872' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/3091963093656250872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/3091963093656250872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/10/realizada.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TMzvUUUZm0I/AAAAAAAAA04/-Gz3LW71m0s/s72-c/4943869559_c1c0140d65.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-6175903309356063212</id><published>2010-10-17T02:21:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T02:50:09.786-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TLqMnA1t0DI/AAAAAAAAA0o/7wyRvRW-1fA/s1600/Ra%C3%ADra+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TLqMnA1t0DI/AAAAAAAAA0o/7wyRvRW-1fA/s320/Ra%C3%ADra+7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528886094418792498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha irmã.&lt;br /&gt;Minha melhor amiga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;18 anos&lt;/span&gt; minha Rá. Quero que conte comigo não só nos seus momentos felizes, mas principalmente nos momentos difíceis. Sabe, pode ter certeza, eu vou sempre estar aqui, de braços abertos...por que irmãos servem pra isso! e somos irmãs, certo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TUDO &lt;/span&gt;de melhor no mundo, tudo de melhor que o mundo puder lhe oferecer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que neste aniversário você seja muito feliz e saiba o quanto significa tê-la como amiga, como irmã... tenho por você um carinho especial, um carinho imenso! que a cada ano que passe Deus a ilumine e proteja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;te amo ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-6175903309356063212?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/6175903309356063212/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=6175903309356063212' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/6175903309356063212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/6175903309356063212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/10/minha-irma.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TLqMnA1t0DI/AAAAAAAAA0o/7wyRvRW-1fA/s72-c/Ra%C3%ADra+7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-8989806770600513022</id><published>2010-10-12T16:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T16:47:12.362-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TLS2SpRsjUI/AAAAAAAAA0g/7q1HIP6N_u4/s1600/1.8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TLS2SpRsjUI/AAAAAAAAA0g/7q1HIP6N_u4/s320/1.8.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527243074124418370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posso (quase) tudo! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talvez esse seja o aniversário mais esperado de toodos...e sem dúvidas, foi um dos &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;melhores&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obrigada por tudo Deus.&lt;br /&gt;obrigada por &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tudo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;f e l i c i d a d e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-8989806770600513022?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/8989806770600513022/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=8989806770600513022' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/8989806770600513022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/8989806770600513022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/10/posso-quase-tudo-talvez-esse-seja-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TLS2SpRsjUI/AAAAAAAAA0g/7q1HIP6N_u4/s72-c/1.8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-3419897671114419276</id><published>2010-10-08T18:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T17:30:24.894-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sou péssima em agradecimentos, nunca sei como devo agradecer e um "obrigado" me parece pouco perto do que eu recebo...hoje, mais do que nunca, eu gostaria de agradecer! gostaria de olhar nos olhos quando fizesse esse agradecimento...mas como eu já disse, sou péssima nisso. mas vamos falar de importancia, então. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izabel, minha Bel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o que eu posso dizer, hein? bom, talvez, por internet seja melhor, no seu mundo, no que você gosta e sabe fazer seja melhor de dizer. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;eu te amo&lt;/span&gt;. você é meu bem precioso, minha irmã, minha melhor amiga e você, é daquelas pessoas que merecem só o melhor de tudo e de todos, sabe? e por isso eu tenho feito o meu melhor por você e vou fazer pra sempre. eu gostaria de olhar nos seus olhos e dizer tudo isso, porque talvez você conseguisse ver o quão agradecida eu fiquei e o quão feliz eu sou por ter você na minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obrigada, por fim, o velho e bom 'obrigada' minha irmã! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;por tudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meu Marcelo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, meu amor! e você, hein? o que dizer pra você? o que seria suficiente para expressar o quanto eu te amo e o quanto eu sou feliz por te ter comigo? acho que eu demoraria longos anos só pra tentar expressar tudo isso. você foi incrível hoje. você é incrível sempre! eu não sei mais o que seria de mim sem você... "meu ar, meu chão é você..." eu também gostaria de olhar nos seus olhos exatamente agora e poder dizer o quando eu te amo e o quanto eu adorei a surpresa e o quanto você me ajudou ontem e hoje e o quanto você é importante e essencial pra mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu te amo, meu amor! e obrigada. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;por tudo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pros outros prováveis leitores que não devem estar entendendo nada, eu explico. :)&lt;br /&gt;antes de ontem eu tive uma magnifica surpresa durante a minha feira de ciências, e foi, sem dúvida, uma das mais simples e lindas surpresas da minha vida! a Bel e o Marcelo são os responsáveis pelas minhas lágrimas lá! *-* e pela minha felicidade a uns bons anos :) de novo, só posso agradecer por vocês fazerem parte da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;eu os amo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TLIhX6pZFdI/AAAAAAAAA0U/XRL-cJK1cOM/s1600/pr%C3%A9-niver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TLIhX6pZFdI/AAAAAAAAA0U/XRL-cJK1cOM/s320/pr%C3%A9-niver.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526516387500594642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.: mais tarde ou amanhã eu escrevo aqui como foi o meu aniversário. (: o dia em si.&lt;br /&gt;p.s.: fiquem bem, e sim, eu to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ótiiiiima&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-3419897671114419276?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/3419897671114419276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=3419897671114419276' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/3419897671114419276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/3419897671114419276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/10/sou-pessima-em-agradecimentos-nunca-sei.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TLIhX6pZFdI/AAAAAAAAA0U/XRL-cJK1cOM/s72-c/pr%C3%A9-niver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-517700644797084132</id><published>2010-10-03T15:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T15:52:40.563-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Supernatural de volta.&lt;br /&gt;Eleições terminadas.&lt;br /&gt;Ano acabando.&lt;br /&gt;Vestibular se aproximando.&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter quase estreando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e tudo de ponta cabeça!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida louca, vida...&lt;br /&gt;vida intensa! [ou não]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tenho um bilhão de trabalhos,&lt;br /&gt;tenho atividades e provas,&lt;br /&gt;além disso, ainda tenho a feira.&lt;br /&gt;e o blog. não menos importante mas &lt;br /&gt;sem tanta obrigatoriedade. sendo assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiquem bem! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-517700644797084132?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/517700644797084132/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=517700644797084132' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/517700644797084132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/517700644797084132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/10/supernatural-de-volta.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-2406743627889865048</id><published>2010-10-01T20:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T20:11:19.178-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tpm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dai-me paciência paizinho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;postagem descente por esses dias! :)&lt;br /&gt;fiquem bem, :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-2406743627889865048?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/2406743627889865048/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=2406743627889865048' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/2406743627889865048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/2406743627889865048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/10/tpm.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-33035631717777783</id><published>2010-09-25T17:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T17:36:44.443-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quanto tempo, leitores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é. estive ocupada. tenho estado, na verdade. e devo continuar até o final deste semestre. então...já sabem! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LFEcQ2yhLxw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não há MESMO &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nada&lt;/span&gt; melhor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-33035631717777783?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/33035631717777783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=33035631717777783' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/33035631717777783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/33035631717777783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/09/quanto-tempo-leitores-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-4788509208005613071</id><published>2010-09-14T10:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T11:01:48.462-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>encheu.&lt;br /&gt;até a tampa.&lt;br /&gt;não dá mais.&lt;br /&gt;acabou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c h e g a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a próxima, a gota,&lt;br /&gt;é o que falta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estou esperando por ela...&lt;br /&gt;pela primeira vez na vida,&lt;br /&gt;sem medo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-4788509208005613071?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/4788509208005613071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=4788509208005613071' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/4788509208005613071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/4788509208005613071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/09/encheu.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-2492795815909130297</id><published>2010-09-04T00:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T00:25:45.630-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TIG8E0o4WzI/AAAAAAAAAz0/X0X6XlTd5cE/s1600/gaivota02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TIG8E0o4WzI/AAAAAAAAAz0/X0X6XlTd5cE/s400/gaivota02.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512894209913805618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Difícil aprisionar os que têm asas"&lt;br /&gt;Caio F.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-2492795815909130297?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/2492795815909130297/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=2492795815909130297' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/2492795815909130297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/2492795815909130297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/09/dificil-aprisionar-os-que-tem-asas-caio.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TIG8E0o4WzI/AAAAAAAAAz0/X0X6XlTd5cE/s72-c/gaivota02.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-4565416089270020106</id><published>2010-09-03T11:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T11:48:14.984-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>setembro começou! finalmente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e começou bem, até o momento, pelo menos!&lt;br /&gt;um mega feriadão, minha viagem próxima..&lt;br /&gt;no entanto, quanto mais avança o ano mais &lt;br /&gt;próxima do vestibular eu fico e isso não&lt;br /&gt;é lá muito calmo pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a parte ruim, ficar longe de &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; por uma semana.&lt;br /&gt;mas a gente sobrevive, não é mesmo? sobrevivemos&lt;br /&gt;a muito mais que isso! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiquem bem, (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-4565416089270020106?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/4565416089270020106/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=4565416089270020106' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/4565416089270020106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/4565416089270020106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/09/setembro-comecou-finalmente.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-2582733516019155560</id><published>2010-08-28T14:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T14:44:09.203-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finalmente os dias estão passando e o mês acabando!&lt;br /&gt;tá terminando bem, pelo menos. ontem tive uma surpresa&lt;br /&gt;maravilhosa, e conversei por muitas horas coisas muito&lt;br /&gt;boas (como sempre!). mais do mesmo! maravilha, maravilha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tenho conseguido estudar,&lt;br /&gt;to recuperando os 15 dias de faltas no colégio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bem, to indo viajar sabado que vem, &lt;br /&gt;e agora é a preparação. (: &lt;br /&gt;compras, organização e festa! *-*&lt;br /&gt;com aquela dose [eterna] de saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiquem bem, (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-2582733516019155560?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/2582733516019155560/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=2582733516019155560' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/2582733516019155560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/2582733516019155560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/08/finalmente-os-dias-estao-passando-e-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-4262120266848061943</id><published>2010-08-27T10:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T11:13:09.312-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/THfHEjSrkWI/AAAAAAAAAzc/t_BU46m2XII/s1600/frase+-+27.08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 157px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/THfHEjSrkWI/AAAAAAAAAzc/t_BU46m2XII/s320/frase+-+27.08.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510091550118089058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu sinto como se a primeira gota, &lt;br /&gt;da primeira chuva do inverno &lt;br /&gt;viesse me tocar os lábios, &lt;br /&gt;mas na verdade, é seu beijo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o cheiro que sai de você é como&lt;br /&gt;cheiro da praia, mais suave, talvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e o vento da praia, que joga meus cabelos&lt;br /&gt;para trás; o som das ondas do mar&lt;br /&gt;quebrando nas pedras são, respectivamente,&lt;br /&gt;seu toque e sua voz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voz que eu ouço alto,&lt;br /&gt;que eu ouço baixinho,&lt;br /&gt;que eu vejo as palavras saírem na graça&lt;br /&gt;de uma conversa sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;os olhos, &lt;br /&gt;mas que olhos.&lt;br /&gt;e fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dizer mais? para que?&lt;br /&gt;eu já me perco nesses olhos a tanto &lt;br /&gt;e pretendo teimar em me perder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e tem teu hálito, teus dentes, teus lábios,&lt;br /&gt;tem tua força, tuas mãos e teus abraços.&lt;br /&gt;tem respiração, coração e, de novo, teus lábios.&lt;br /&gt;tem a ponta do teu nariz,&lt;br /&gt;o fim da tua orelha e teu pescoço,&lt;br /&gt;que eu tanto quero (quis) e &lt;br /&gt;tanto ainda vou descobrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...e por fim, ainda tem rosto, corpo e alma,&lt;br /&gt;teus, teus, teus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu sou feliz de guardar,&lt;br /&gt;cuidar do &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;teu coração&lt;/span&gt; que agora é &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tão meu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.08.2010 - 00:24h&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-4262120266848061943?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/THfHEjSrkWI/AAAAAAAAAzc/t_BU46m2XII/s72-c/frase+-+27.08.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-6063967388080348051</id><published>2010-08-26T10:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T10:52:34.719-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>colégio de novo! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acho que, de agora em diante,&lt;br /&gt;tudo vai andar bem rápido, espero, pelo menos.&lt;br /&gt;ô mês demorado, parece que não acaba nunca! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e eu to feliz, to andando como tenho que andar,&lt;br /&gt;não sinto dor, não sinto medo,&lt;br /&gt;só sinto vida e esperança! :) fé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiquem bem, (:&lt;br /&gt;eu to ótima e pretendo continuar assim!&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;com você ao meu lado&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sempre!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-6063967388080348051?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/6063967388080348051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=6063967388080348051' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/6063967388080348051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/6063967388080348051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/08/colegio-de-novo-acho-que-de-agora-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-6766420776836300058</id><published>2010-08-22T14:42:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T14:45:17.148-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"tudo que você realmente &lt;br /&gt;precisa é amor, e um pouco de chocolate."&lt;br /&gt;      Lucy van Pelt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talvez eu só precise de chocolate agora.&lt;br /&gt;amor eu tenho de sobra :) ou não.&lt;br /&gt;às vezes é preciso pegar cada gota de amor e não&lt;br /&gt;deixar, nem por um momento, que derrame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-6766420776836300058?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/6766420776836300058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=6766420776836300058' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/6766420776836300058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/6766420776836300058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/08/tudo-que-voce-realmente-precisa-e-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-6376729907710110495</id><published>2010-08-22T01:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T01:29:29.146-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tudo novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[de novo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é...uma nova visão, &lt;br /&gt;um novo jeito...que vai ser aceito ou não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.: e quem disse que eu me importo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-6376729907710110495?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/6376729907710110495/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=6376729907710110495' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/6376729907710110495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/6376729907710110495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/08/tudo-novo.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-7994497428462640797</id><published>2010-08-21T17:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T17:35:47.875-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>inconstância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu to legal.&lt;br /&gt;não! to chata hoje.&lt;br /&gt;não! eu to triste.&lt;br /&gt;não, não...é só alegria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to bem, to mal.&lt;br /&gt;eu gosto de você, mas hoje não.&lt;br /&gt;não fala comigo.&lt;br /&gt;eu preciso conversar.&lt;br /&gt;vai embora, fica! &lt;br /&gt;me deixa sozinha, não vá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fica por perto.&lt;br /&gt;fica longe de mim.&lt;br /&gt;azul, não.&lt;br /&gt;amarelo, não.&lt;br /&gt;azul e amarelo, não! &lt;br /&gt;nenhum dos dois! eu quero, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu quero você hoje, &lt;br /&gt;não, eu não quero! &lt;br /&gt;eu vou, vou. eu prometo!&lt;br /&gt;não prometo nada, nem fui.&lt;br /&gt;tá na hora, não! &lt;br /&gt;tá passando da hora. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tá cedo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a única certeza é você mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;afinal, eu não conseguiria ser assim o tempo todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiquem bem! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-7994497428462640797?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/7994497428462640797/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=7994497428462640797' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/7994497428462640797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/7994497428462640797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/08/inconstancia.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-594625706748868956</id><published>2010-08-17T13:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T13:34:50.603-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>remédio, muletas, gelo, descanso.&lt;br /&gt;recomendações médicas para um cisto que me apareceu&lt;br /&gt;absolutamente do nada há 4 anos. ¬¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;você, leitor, que é saudável, suponho. Pense bem antes de desperdiçar seu tempo fazendo bobagens, ficando estressado e chateado por besteira, fica tranqüilo, cê pode andar normal e nem sente uma dor no dedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saúde realmente deve ser comemorada! ;) aproveita aí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um beijo e um queijo,&lt;br /&gt;fiquem bem. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.: eu to bem e to realmente feliz por não ser nada sério na minha perna!&lt;br /&gt;ps².: provavelmente você tá se perguntando: e daí? e eu com isso?&lt;br /&gt;ps³.: é.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-594625706748868956?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/594625706748868956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=594625706748868956' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/594625706748868956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/594625706748868956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/08/remedio-muletas-gelo-descanso.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-8311619426334484265</id><published>2010-08-12T21:39:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T17:18:34.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>♪ Do que é ruim eu me esqueço&lt;br /&gt;O bom eu quero mais&lt;br /&gt;Na tristeza eu quero avesso&lt;br /&gt;Agora quero paz&lt;br /&gt;Saiba que todo fim&lt;br /&gt;É um recomeço&lt;br /&gt;Pra nossa vida quero amor&lt;br /&gt;O resto eu desconheço ♪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Móveis Coloniais de Acaju)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-8311619426334484265?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/8311619426334484265/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=8311619426334484265' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/8311619426334484265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/8311619426334484265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/08/oi.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-339862382404784116</id><published>2010-08-08T13:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T14:41:02.801-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dança!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TF7rkOCxqDI/AAAAAAAAAw8/p1jSM9BJsqE/s1600/OgAAACyHDLUeLDZNjhYrUcpV6Vc1WpeiuymYcu4ghZRxL_1EIHk29heCdZG0OeVyIyb3UKTBqSIzvqK9a60DPOYtN_wAm1T1UCGYnm1laWDV2_AAO7lDRIV58kAB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TF7rkOCxqDI/AAAAAAAAAw8/p1jSM9BJsqE/s320/OgAAACyHDLUeLDZNjhYrUcpV6Vc1WpeiuymYcu4ghZRxL_1EIHk29heCdZG0OeVyIyb3UKTBqSIzvqK9a60DPOYtN_wAm1T1UCGYnm1laWDV2_AAO7lDRIV58kAB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503094802170882098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alegria, alegria! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje é domingo, dia dos pais e eu quero ter um bom dia,&lt;br /&gt;independente de qualquer coisa (: espero o mesmo pra vocês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lindo dia, :)&lt;br /&gt;fiquem bem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-339862382404784116?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/339862382404784116/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=339862382404784116' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/339862382404784116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/339862382404784116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/08/danca-alegria-alegria-hoje-e-domingo.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TF7rkOCxqDI/AAAAAAAAAw8/p1jSM9BJsqE/s72-c/OgAAACyHDLUeLDZNjhYrUcpV6Vc1WpeiuymYcu4ghZRxL_1EIHk29heCdZG0OeVyIyb3UKTBqSIzvqK9a60DPOYtN_wAm1T1UCGYnm1laWDV2_AAO7lDRIV58kAB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-6026490340369157079</id><published>2010-08-08T01:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T01:47:13.411-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tente.&lt;br /&gt;sei lá, tem sempre um pôr-do-sol esperando para ser visto, uma árvore, um pássaro, um rio, uma nuvem. pelo menos sorria, procure sentir amor. imagine. invente. sonhe. voe. se a realidade te alimenta com merda, meu irmão, a mente pode te alimentar com flores. eu não estou fazendo nada de errado. só estou tentando deixar as coisas um pouco mais bonitas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caio F. Abreu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiquem bem,&lt;br /&gt;ficadica: leiam 'O Segredo' :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.: a dor ainda não passou,&lt;br /&gt;e a saudade (devocê) também.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-6026490340369157079?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/6026490340369157079/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=6026490340369157079' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/6026490340369157079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/6026490340369157079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/08/tente.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-5849519437828933175</id><published>2010-08-06T08:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T08:59:04.522-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>agosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mês do desgosto!" eu sempre soube, mas tinha até esquecido, afinal eu não passava tão mal um mês desse há tempos! é, é, é...eu comprovei o desgosto! parece que tudo tende a não ir muito bem, durante o ano inteiro nunca tive tão doente, nunca implicaram tanto comigo, nunca senti tanto sono quando o que eu mais preciso é me manter acordada, nunca fui tão culpada por coisa que eu NÃO fiz...ta ótimo! ¬¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coincidência ou não eu sinceramente não sei. &lt;br /&gt;mas, por obsequio, que acabe logo esse mês!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# como tudo que é ruim tem um lado bom...&lt;br /&gt;o meu namoro ta muito bem, obrigada! :)&lt;br /&gt;e eu tive um ótimo fim de noite ontem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje: trabalhos, remédio, dormir, ficar em casa = não ir pro colégio, descansar a perna, estudar, ter dúvidas e sentir saudade (devocê).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiquem bem, eu to tentando! :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-5849519437828933175?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/5849519437828933175/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=5849519437828933175' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/5849519437828933175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/5849519437828933175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/08/agosto.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-424986451733692055</id><published>2010-08-04T15:24:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T16:03:21.564-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TFm1jf_Nx2I/AAAAAAAAAwM/9BwWU3STQWk/s1600/v%C3%B3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TFm1jf_Nx2I/AAAAAAAAAwM/9BwWU3STQWk/s320/v%C3%B3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501628041296463714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04 de agosto! :)&lt;br /&gt;e felicidade, e festa, e bolo e mais de 70 anos de você, vó! &lt;br /&gt;como poderia ser melhor? :) não tem como não..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que venham mais 72 anos e que você brilhe como sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04 de agosto. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TFm4aOzo_EI/AAAAAAAAAwU/G_7vjYd62vg/s1600/nando.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TFm4aOzo_EI/AAAAAAAAAwU/G_7vjYd62vg/s320/nando.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501631180600572994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;você poderia estar aqui, poderia estar feliz, poderia estar um ano mais velho, poderia não me fazer chorar, poderia ser abraçado por todos e continuar sendo amado por todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora você só está no coração de todo mundo, nas lembranças dos seus aniversários passados, nos momentos que não vão voltar. você está na lembrança viva dela, da sua vó-mãe, que completa anos com você, que ama e sempre vai amar você. você faz falta...muita falta, meu primo! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiquem bem, (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-424986451733692055?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/424986451733692055/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=424986451733692055' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/424986451733692055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/424986451733692055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/08/04-de-agosto-e-felicidade-e-festa-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TFm1jf_Nx2I/AAAAAAAAAwM/9BwWU3STQWk/s72-c/v%C3%B3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-4816527532676650215</id><published>2010-08-03T08:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T09:19:56.243-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>é possível ter um dia lindo e terminar mal?&lt;br /&gt;é possível ter um dia ruim e terminar bem?&lt;br /&gt;é possível ter um dia em paz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é possível logo de primeira não aguentar mais?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ah, é!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sono, sono e sono.&lt;br /&gt;a rotina vem vindo, caminha rápido,&lt;br /&gt;trás consigo tanta coisa...vai embora&lt;br /&gt;a gente até manda..ela não vai, não cansa.&lt;br /&gt;a gente cansa, a rotina, NUNCA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;palavra do dia: &lt;br /&gt;p a c i ê n c i a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não, não, acho que essa é a palavra de SEMPRE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiquem bem, :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-4816527532676650215?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/4816527532676650215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=4816527532676650215' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/4816527532676650215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/4816527532676650215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-possivel-ter-um-dia-lindo-e-terminar.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-523996786993552566</id><published>2010-08-02T10:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T10:27:43.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A vida fica bem mais fácil se você mantiver&lt;br /&gt;as expectativas de todo mundo baixas." Calvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e se você reparar, ele tem estado certo. &lt;br /&gt;Bem, "se não puder fazer tudo...faça tudo que puder."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ontem: sol, mercado, bichinhos, conversas, cochilo, sono, almoço, casa, livro, livros, música, roupa suja, sofá, vó, tia, supermercado, almoço, compras, namorado, colo, cafuné, beijos, desenho, risos e um final de dia excepcional. (comvocê/porvocê)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje: r o t i n a!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiquem bem, (:&lt;br /&gt;e re(descubra) as pessoas ao seu redor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-523996786993552566?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/523996786993552566/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=523996786993552566' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/523996786993552566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/523996786993552566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/08/vida-fica-bem-mais-facil-se-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-973736406895531367</id><published>2010-08-01T01:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T02:28:54.570-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'eu descobri um mundo teu e ele é manso&lt;br /&gt;sem perceber tive paz e só me dei conta&lt;br /&gt;quando eu te vi e perguntei como é que vai você&lt;br /&gt;- Tudo bem?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; gora eu sei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; ais do que qualquer outro dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt; que de repente era amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt; apidamente se tornou maior ainda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TFUF56kYFUI/AAAAAAAAAvs/_Vwtk2RbGz8/s1600/M+(12).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TFUF56kYFUI/AAAAAAAAAvs/_Vwtk2RbGz8/s320/M+(12).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500309012435440962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiquem bem, (:&lt;br /&gt;e é...eu to muito bem, obrigada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-973736406895531367?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/973736406895531367/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=973736406895531367' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/973736406895531367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/973736406895531367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/07/eu-descobri-um-mundo-teu-e-ele-e-manso.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/TFUF56kYFUI/AAAAAAAAAvs/_Vwtk2RbGz8/s72-c/M+(12).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-6435053532416936662</id><published>2010-07-30T20:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T20:27:43.656-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"quando você chega na classe nem sabe quanta diferença que faz, e às vezes faço que não vejo e nem ligo e finjo, ser distraída demais. quantas vezes te desenhei mas não consigo ver o teu sorriso no fim...te sigo caminhando pelo recreio quem sabe você tropeça em mim. se enamora, quem vê você chegar com tantas cores e vê você passar perto das flores,parece que elas querem te roubar. se enamora, quem vê você chegar com tantos sonhos e os olhos tão ligados nesses sonhos tesouros de um amor que vai chegar. quando toca o despertador de manhãzinha me levanto e vou me arrumar e vejo a felicidade no espelho, sorrindo, claro que vou te encontrar. fico só pensando em você e juro que vou te tirar pra dançar um dia, mas uma canção é tão pouco, nem cabe tudo que eu quero falar. se enamora, e fica tão difícil de ir embora e às vezes escondido a gente chora e chora mesmo sem saber porque...se enamora a gente de repente se enamora e sente que o amor chegou na hora e agora gosto muito de você."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;você lembra? lembra de tudo isso? &lt;br /&gt;talvez nem saiba, mas aconteceu comigo! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiquem bem, (: e sim, eu estou de volta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-6435053532416936662?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/6435053532416936662/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=6435053532416936662' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/6435053532416936662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/6435053532416936662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/07/quando-voce-chega-na-classe-nem-sabe.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-9207941881144294359</id><published>2010-05-17T00:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T00:07:28.070-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/S_CyjZ-704I/AAAAAAAAAuo/LLRZsxVKjCk/s1600/meu+trabalho+(140).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/S_CyjZ-704I/AAAAAAAAAuo/LLRZsxVKjCk/s320/meu+trabalho+(140).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472069868595172226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resume-se em saco cheio.&lt;br /&gt;até a tampa, se tampa tiver, &lt;br /&gt;até o ultimo milímetro que resta de saco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resolvi não sair da linha,&lt;br /&gt;fazer tudo o que der pra permanecer na linha,&lt;br /&gt;arrumar cada coisa "errada" que há.&lt;br /&gt;resolvi não mudar, apenas me enquadrar nos seus conceitos tortos,&lt;br /&gt;ridículos e sem jeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vamos vê no que dá.&lt;br /&gt;...mas cá pra nós, eu sei o final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tudo anda meio nublado (tudo não)&lt;br /&gt;mas eu sei, um dia tudo vai se iluminar.&lt;br /&gt;e esse dia não tarda companheiro, &lt;br /&gt;esse dia tá perto de chegar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-9207941881144294359?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/9207941881144294359/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=9207941881144294359' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/9207941881144294359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/9207941881144294359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/05/resume-se-em-saco-cheio.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/S_CyjZ-704I/AAAAAAAAAuo/LLRZsxVKjCk/s72-c/meu+trabalho+(140).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-349921432025884020</id><published>2010-05-01T16:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T18:20:07.104-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/S9ya1E5eS7I/AAAAAAAAAug/jxOpfoODY80/s1600/J+(1521).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/S9ya1E5eS7I/AAAAAAAAAug/jxOpfoODY80/s320/J+(1521).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466414284359486386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voltando aos meu livros, aos meus filmes e aos seriados. voltando a fazer amigos, a sorrir por nada e a encontrar mais tempo pra tudo. voltando a me despreocupar a me desapegar e a me apegar ao que vale a pena. eu queria um ano corrido, acelerado e imaginei que esse ano seria bem cansativo... não que não esteja sendo, mas mesmo na pressa dos dias eu me sinto plena, feliz. consigo sentir o vento no rosto e ainda olho pro céu, sem parar, por minutos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje eu me deparei com uma boa frase, dizia assim: "você já sentiu inveja dos pássaros?". a algum tempo eu não paro pra pensar em uma frase desse tipo, essas frases que vão além do seu conhecimento superficial sobre o que é liberdade e saudade, e principalmente, vontade! sim, eu acho que eu sempre senti inveja dos pássaros. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...eu não sei bem o que tem acontecido comigo, não sei nem se é comigo. talvez seja o mundo que anda meio atordoado, meio descompassado e meio amargurado. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiquem bem, :)&lt;br /&gt;e, acredite, a gente pode sempre estar redondamente enganado!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-349921432025884020?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/349921432025884020/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=349921432025884020' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/349921432025884020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/349921432025884020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/05/voltando-aos-meu-livros-aos-meus-filmes.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/S9ya1E5eS7I/AAAAAAAAAug/jxOpfoODY80/s72-c/J+(1521).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-1425444273950371679</id><published>2010-04-04T16:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T16:36:58.661-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/S7jp4mHOlEI/AAAAAAAAAuE/URPkoKZZBbM/s1600/sorriso.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/S7jp4mHOlEI/AAAAAAAAAuE/URPkoKZZBbM/s320/sorriso.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456368107072164930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04 de abril de 2010, neste domingo de páscoa ele se foi, o dia nasceu como qualquer outro dia e havia sol. Eu não entendo, não entendo porque as pessoas boas vão primeiro, os bons primeiro, sempre os bons. “... das três você é a mais bonita, sabia? eu acho, mas não vá falar pra elas, elas não vão entender..." eu nunca falei Nando, nunca disse a elas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 anos de tantas coisas, tantos dias, tantos momentos, eu não vou mentir, não passei perto de você... Mas imagino todas as coisas lindas que viu, imagino as pessoas que conheceu, eu imagino meu primo todas as pessoas que você encantou, que você ajudou e acredito, imagino a quantidade de pessoas que choram comigo agora. e eu ainda não consigo entender, porque você mesmo resolveu interromper sua vida, porque você não acreditou? Por quê? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, são tantos os 'porquês' não é mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu lembro com clareza, lembro com tanta clareza dos seus sorrisos, lembro da sua generosidade, do seu carinho...sabe, dizem que as pessoas ficam boas depois que morrem, mas você não...você igual! Porque você SEMPRE foi bom, absolutamente bom, completamente bom. você, Fernando, era de longe uma das melhores pessoas que eu já conheci nesta vida e eu vou te levar pra sempre comigo, pra sempre e ainda nos encontramos meu amor, nos encontraremos ao lado de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu te amo primo, te amo e sempre vou te amar.&lt;br /&gt;Deus tenha piedade pelo que você fez com você mesmo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-1425444273950371679?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/1425444273950371679/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=1425444273950371679' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/1425444273950371679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/1425444273950371679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/04/04-de-abril-de-2010-neste-domingo-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/S7jp4mHOlEI/AAAAAAAAAuE/URPkoKZZBbM/s72-c/sorriso.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-4935806039236169609</id><published>2010-03-18T11:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T12:01:46.956-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/S6I-TTGVkDI/AAAAAAAAAt8/TWxZ4kKDgYU/s1600-h/lalalala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/S6I-TTGVkDI/AAAAAAAAAt8/TWxZ4kKDgYU/s320/lalalala.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449987000337010738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quanto tempo leitores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quanto tempo que não sento assim pra escrever de mim, do dia, dos outros, quanto tempo que não vou ao cinema, que não vejo a praia e que não tenho as pernas descansadas! sim, meus amores, eu to sem tempo pra essas coisas boas da vida. mas o sacrifício logo valerá a pena, se Deus quiser valerá! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;último ano de colégio, a turma não é tão agradável quanto eu queria que fosse e eu nem to estudando na sala que eu tanto sonhei em estudar, mas a vida, a vida ta boa, perfeita eu digo! tudo corre bem, família, amigos e principalmente o meu namoro. *-* que é o que me dá mais felicidade e que me acalma a alma. o porque da foto já foi dito, sendo assim! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irmão longe...saudade apertando o coração e muitas coisas pra fazer...sabe aqueles anos decisivos? então! o meu ta assim, e prometo tentar contar mais dos meus dias, da vida e de tudo por aqui, assim que o tempo permitir é claro! :) e a vontade também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiquem bem, ♥&lt;br /&gt;ps: o post é pra você, meu amor. :P e pra Raíra também.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-4935806039236169609?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/4935806039236169609/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=4935806039236169609' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/4935806039236169609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/4935806039236169609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/03/quanto-tempo-leitores-quanto-tempo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/S6I-TTGVkDI/AAAAAAAAAt8/TWxZ4kKDgYU/s72-c/lalalala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-7081729993647210879</id><published>2010-01-31T17:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T17:54:44.004-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/S2XuBibGXeI/AAAAAAAAAt0/FPPom0sp6V4/s1600-h/100_2980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/S2XuBibGXeI/AAAAAAAAAt0/FPPom0sp6V4/s320/100_2980.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433010235680120290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madrugadas cheias de brincadeiras e folia, sorrisos e muitas conversas bestas, mas aquelas conversas boas que você tem vontade que não acabe nunca, sabe?  muitas idas a sorveteria só pra sair de casa, da sorveteria estendíamos a pastelaria, tão perto...porque não ir? dançar ao som da música tocada ao vivo na chopperia...entrar pra quê? ficar a luz da lua é bem melhor! quantos energéticos só pra aproveitar mais o momento, pra dançar mais, pra curtir mais os amigos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;além de todos os quilos e quilos de chocolate e litros de refrigerante, além de todos os cafés e bolos, todos os almoços e pizzas, toda a molecagem na cozinha, todos os amigos cantando los hermanos na sala, todos os filmes emocionantes, bizarros e bobos, todas aquelas lágrimas de saudade, de amor e vontade que deixamos sem querer...escapar. tudo isso vai ficar na memória..nas mais de mil fotos batidas por mim, das poucas batidas de mim e principalmente vai ficar no coração de cada um que passou e se juntou a nossa 'turma'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dê, Grazi, João, Debinha, Renan, Junior, M.Cecília, Daylana, Dalila...&lt;br /&gt;só resta saudade de um mês de uma semana de coisas perfeitas ao lado de vocês.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-7081729993647210879?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/7081729993647210879/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=7081729993647210879' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/7081729993647210879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/7081729993647210879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/01/madrugadas-cheias-de-brincadeiras-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/S2XuBibGXeI/AAAAAAAAAt0/FPPom0sp6V4/s72-c/100_2980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-5393892204194107785</id><published>2010-01-30T17:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:32:01.453-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tirando as teias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sim, sim...pra felicidade de uns e infelicidade de outros eu to viva gente. :D uma primeira coisa, rostinhos como esse ai de cima vão ser mais freqüentes por que eu quero e só porque eu quero mesmo. :) pois bem meus amores, vamos ao que interessa ou não!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;começando por hoje...&lt;br /&gt;sentimento, amor, carinho, e tudo mais que realmente importa. :D&lt;br /&gt;sabe quando você ta em um lugar e ta tudo (quase) perfeito? então..meus últimos dias, mais precisamente um mês e nove dias. o porque do quase todos devem saber, se não sabem eu repito..por conta dele, por que era ele que faltava em todos os lugares em que eu ia, por que era do abraço dele que precisava todas as manhãs. mas agora sim, agora me sinto e estou completa! to de volta em casa, de volta pras minhas coisas, pros meus livros, pra minha vida e principalmente, to de volta pra ele!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobre esse um mês e dez dias que eu passei em Parnaíba, na minha Parnaíba eu conto com mais calma, com mais emoção e vontade, depois! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felicidade pra hoje, pra manhã e pra sempre.&lt;br /&gt;fiquem bem, :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-5393892204194107785?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/5393892204194107785/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=5393892204194107785' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/5393892204194107785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/5393892204194107785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/01/tirando-as-teias-sim-sim.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-7133553385911623498</id><published>2009-12-23T00:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T20:17:50.285-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/SzGTXGAUV3I/AAAAAAAAAtk/6PqrIQ93GHU/s1600-h/M+54.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/SzGTXGAUV3I/AAAAAAAAAtk/6PqrIQ93GHU/s320/M+54.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418273851661637490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"me umedece os olhos te ver dormindo lindo assim, me dói a consciência nunca ter te olhado tarde assim, só não quero estudar o que digo a seguir tenho medo de te olhar e não conseguir, dizer palavras simples...falar de um jeito simples. me envergonha um pouco escrever tantas frases pobres vai que alguém me descobre por aqui, me dói a consciência nunca ter te visto dormir, só não quero estudar o que digo a seguir...tenho medo de te olhar e não conseguir dizer palavras simples, falar de um jeito simples, dizer palavras simples, falar de um jeito simples eu amo você..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e eu amo tanto! &lt;br /&gt;3 dias sem você. :T &lt;br /&gt;- e a saudade só aumenta e aumenta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-7133553385911623498?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/7133553385911623498/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=7133553385911623498' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/7133553385911623498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/7133553385911623498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/12/me-envergonha-um-pouco-escrever-tantas.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/SzGTXGAUV3I/AAAAAAAAAtk/6PqrIQ93GHU/s72-c/M+54.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-504478760237226789</id><published>2009-12-13T19:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T19:09:22.886-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/SyVls7AHe-I/AAAAAAAAAtc/86nL05k2pWU/s1600-h/Shopping+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/SyVls7AHe-I/AAAAAAAAAtc/86nL05k2pWU/s400/Shopping+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414845949409721314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somos um do outro.&lt;br /&gt;completo e perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;e eu só quero mais!&lt;br /&gt;sou feliz com você,&lt;br /&gt;por você e é tudo o que importa. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tive uma ótima noite e tenho uma boa vida,&lt;br /&gt;no ano novo, desejem amor meus queridos! AMOR.&lt;br /&gt;fiquem bem, (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-504478760237226789?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/504478760237226789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=504478760237226789' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/504478760237226789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/504478760237226789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/12/somos-um-do-outro.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/SyVls7AHe-I/AAAAAAAAAtc/86nL05k2pWU/s72-c/Shopping+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-8233768973889576311</id><published>2009-12-09T18:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T18:42:08.055-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/SyAZY26OfiI/AAAAAAAAAs8/f6nDsHJnr0k/s1600-h/J+23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/SyAZY26OfiI/AAAAAAAAAs8/f6nDsHJnr0k/s400/J+23.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413354666946625058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peito aberto&lt;br /&gt;tiro no escuro&lt;br /&gt;volta no tempo&lt;br /&gt;amor sem remédio&lt;br /&gt;saudade sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dormi um sono pesado, não bom. quando acordei depois de mais de dez horas ainda me sentia mal, muito mal. não há exatamente um porque, mas eu acho que é  devido ao fato de que quanto mais o tempo passa mais o aperto no meu peito aumenta. e algumas coisas ainda contribuem pra isso. pois bem, dormi de novo pela tarde, dessa vez até quis continuar dormindo, parecia que ia vindo um sonho bom, mas se foi no despertar do meu celular (12:51). ah, não há tristeza, só a melancolia que não sai de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acordei e fui pra vida real, &lt;br /&gt;que tem sido boa e má. mas boa do que má, é fato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiquem bem, (:&lt;br /&gt;leiam as crônicas de nárnia, faz bem pra saúde!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-8233768973889576311?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/8233768973889576311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=8233768973889576311' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/8233768973889576311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/8233768973889576311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/12/peito-aberto-tiro-no-escuro-volta-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g46lEuveLDk/SyAZY26OfiI/AAAAAAAAAs8/f6nDsHJnr0k/s72-c/J+23.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899640387430746676.post-6286846128244745694</id><published>2009-12-08T18:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T18:28:21.876-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e essa saudade que me toma o coração, o esmaga devagarzinho, vem sempre devagar, mas quando aperta, quando se coloca é um passo pra tristeza. sinto saudade constantemente, saudade tua. saudade nossa. saudade só.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;os dias vividos até aqui tem sido brilhantes, coloridos e perfeitos, até o momento em que te deixo, ai então tudo fica meio turvo, meio apagado, descolorido mesmo. e o que me segura, o que me faz querer viver é saber que haja o que houver, e passe o tempo que passar ainda será meu, e eu sempre serei tua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sim leitores, hoje eu estou só saudade.&lt;br /&gt;fiquem bem, (: e me perdoem a demora de escrever algo aqui.&lt;br /&gt;até!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8899640387430746676-6286846128244745694?l=velhocotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/6286846128244745694/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8899640387430746676&amp;postID=6286846128244745694' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/6286846128244745694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8899640387430746676/posts/default/6286846128244745694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velhocotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-essa-saudade-que-me-toma-o-coracao-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana de Medeiros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13406400275771221038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iajFwgZuRu8/TXRsKZ8AQSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iqLV0As23B4/s220/Juju%2B%252860%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
