<?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-6904588258693478841</id><updated>2011-10-17T17:33:05.652-07:00</updated><category term='SONHOS...'/><category term='Lembranças...'/><category term='Saudaes'/><category term='Cartas não enviadas'/><category term='Saudades...'/><category term='AMORES...ESPERA...REAMORES'/><category term='Orações...'/><category term='Amor...'/><category term='Espera...Amores'/><category term='AMIZADE...AMOR...'/><title type='text'>AS CARTAS QUE NÃO ENVIEI</title><subtitle type='html'>Tem trilha sonora e vídeo...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904588258693478841/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Juliana Dolores</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904588258693478841.post-2151058163243887821</id><published>2011-10-13T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T17:33:05.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AMORES...ESPERA...REAMORES'/><title type='text'>SOBRE AMOR, ROSAS E ESPINHOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T2hfHKYUC50/Tpdu3SomAnI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/TleQvFKvQK8/s1600/imagesCAJ659U0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T2hfHKYUC50/Tpdu3SomAnI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/TleQvFKvQK8/s400/imagesCAJ659U0.jpg" width="374" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;ESTA É UMA CARTA QUE&amp;nbsp;EU GOSTARIA DE TER ESCRITO E ENVIADO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;"Amor, que é amor, dura a vida inteira.&lt;br /&gt;Se não durou é porque nunca foi amor.&lt;br /&gt;O amor resiste à distância, ao silêncio das separações e até às traições.&lt;br /&gt;Sem perdão não há amor.&lt;br /&gt;Diga-me quem você mais perdoou na vida, e eu então saberei dizer quem você mais amou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor é equação onde prevalece a multiplicação do perdão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Você o percebe no momento em que o outro fez tudo errado, e mesmo assim você olha nos olhos dele e diz: "Mesmo fazendo tudo errado, eu não sei viver sem você. Eu não posso ser nem a metade do que sou se você não estiver por perto".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor nos possibilita enxergar lugares do nosso coração os quais sozinhos jamais poderíamos enxergar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O poeta soube traduzir bem quando disse: &lt;br /&gt;"Se eu não te amasse tanto assim, talvez perdesse os sonhos dentro de mim e vivesse na escuridão. &lt;br /&gt;Se eu não te amasse tanto assim talvez não visse flores por onde eu vi, dentro do meu coração!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonito isso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Enxergar sonhos que antes eu não saberia ver sozinho. &lt;br /&gt;Enxergar só porque o outro me emprestou os olhos, socorreu-me em minha cegueira. &lt;br /&gt;Eu possuía e não sabia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;O outro me apontou, me deu a chave, me entregou a senha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que Jesus fazia o tempo todo.&lt;br /&gt;Apontava jardins secretos em aparentes desertos.&lt;br /&gt;Na aridez do coração de Madalena, Jesus encontrou orquídeas preciosas. &lt;br /&gt;Fez vê-las e chamou a atenção para a necessidade de cultivá-las.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fico pensando que evangelizar talvez seja isso: &lt;br /&gt;descobrir jardins em lugares que consideramos impróprios. &lt;br /&gt;Os jardineiros sabem disso. &lt;br /&gt;Amam as flores e por isso cuidam de cada detalhe, porque sabem que não há amor fora da experiência do cuidado. &lt;br /&gt;A cada dia, o jardineiro perdoa as suas roseiras.&lt;br /&gt;Sabe identificar que a ausência de flores não significa a morte absoluta, mas o repouso do preparo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Quem não souber viver o silêncio da preparação não terá o que florir depois...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precisamos aprender isso. &lt;br /&gt;Olhar para aquele que nos magoou e descobrir que as roseiras não dão flores fora do tempo nem tampouco fora do cultivo.&lt;br /&gt;Se não há flores, talvez seja porque ainda não tenha chegado a hora de florir.&lt;br /&gt;Cada roseira tem seu estatuto, suas regras... &lt;br /&gt;Se não há flores, talvez seja porque até então ninguém tenha dado a atenção necessária para o cultivo daquela roseira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida requer cuidado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Os amores também. &lt;br /&gt;Flores e espinhos são belezas que se dão juntas. &lt;br /&gt;Não queira uma só. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Elas não sabem viver sozinhas... &lt;br /&gt;Quem quiser levar a rosa para sua vida, terá de saber que com ela vão inúmeros espinhos. &lt;br /&gt;Mas não se preocupe. &lt;br /&gt;A beleza da rosa vale o incômodo dos espinhos... &lt;br /&gt;ou não."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Autor: (Padre Fábio de Melo) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904588258693478841-2151058163243887821?l=ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com/feeds/2151058163243887821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com/2011/10/sobre-amor-rosas-e-espinhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904588258693478841/posts/default/2151058163243887821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904588258693478841/posts/default/2151058163243887821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com/2011/10/sobre-amor-rosas-e-espinhos.html' title='SOBRE AMOR, ROSAS E ESPINHOS'/><author><name>Juliana Dolores</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T2hfHKYUC50/Tpdu3SomAnI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/TleQvFKvQK8/s72-c/imagesCAJ659U0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904588258693478841.post-663077741218387030</id><published>2011-10-11T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T21:00:08.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AMORES...ESPERA...REAMORES'/><title type='text'>FIQUE ATENTO AOS SINAIS... VOCÊ PODE ESTAR SE AFASTANDO DO SEU ÚNICO AMOR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/80nq8NYS7ME/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/80nq8NYS7ME&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/80nq8NYS7ME&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;SENTIR SEU CHEIRO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904588258693478841-663077741218387030?l=ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com/feeds/663077741218387030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com/2011/10/fique-atento-aos-sinais-voce-pode-estar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904588258693478841/posts/default/663077741218387030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904588258693478841/posts/default/663077741218387030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com/2011/10/fique-atento-aos-sinais-voce-pode-estar.html' title='FIQUE ATENTO AOS SINAIS... 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/eBhvJ8L6ZNQ/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eBhvJ8L6ZNQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eBhvJ8L6ZNQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SE DESPIU﻿ DA FANTASIA...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/6904588258693478841-7824741651722567560?l=ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com/feeds/7824741651722567560/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com/2011/09/um-sonho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904588258693478841/posts/default/7824741651722567560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904588258693478841/posts/default/7824741651722567560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com/2011/09/um-sonho.html' title='UM SONHO...'/><author><name>Juliana Dolores</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904588258693478841.post-8424954614603142349</id><published>2011-09-20T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T16:46:13.756-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartas não enviadas'/><title type='text'>ESTA MÚSICA TAMBÉM É UMA FORMA DE CARTA QUE EU GOSTARIA DE TER TE ENVIADO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/as2pShVQlAE/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/as2pShVQlAE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/as2pShVQlAE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;...EM VOCÊ ENCONTREI INSPIRAÇÃO PARA ESCREVER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;E SABE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;SÓ ME DARÁ PRAZER SE VIAJAR CONTIGO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904588258693478841-8424954614603142349?l=ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com/feeds/8424954614603142349/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com/2011/09/esta-musica-tambem-e-uma-forma-de-carta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904588258693478841/posts/default/8424954614603142349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904588258693478841/posts/default/8424954614603142349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com/2011/09/esta-musica-tambem-e-uma-forma-de-carta.html' title='ESTA MÚSICA TAMBÉM É UMA FORMA DE CARTA QUE EU GOSTARIA DE TER TE ENVIADO...'/><author><name>Juliana Dolores</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904588258693478841.post-2045883765464686119</id><published>2011-09-01T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T17:06:01.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>APAIXONE-SE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/e7je95XY1YY/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e7je95XY1YY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt; &lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e7je95XY1YY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apaixone-se pela manhã,&lt;br /&gt;que em todos os dias te levanta com os pés firmes no chão.&lt;br /&gt;Apaixone-se pelas canções,&lt;br /&gt;que mesmo quando todos se calam,&lt;br /&gt;elas ainda sussurram o refrão em seus ouvidos.&lt;br /&gt;Apaixone-se pelo hoje,&lt;br /&gt;que te faz respirar, enxergar, sentir, viver...&lt;br /&gt;Apaixone por você,&lt;br /&gt;pois não existirá ninguém melhor para se amar do que a si mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;pois só descobrimos o que é amor,&lt;br /&gt;quando nos apaixonamos primeiramente por nós mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;Apaixone-se pela vida,&lt;br /&gt;ela é o único presente que você diz que não pediu,&lt;br /&gt;mas que jamais deseja perder.&lt;br /&gt;Apaixone-se mil vezes pela mesma coisa,&lt;br /&gt;se esse sentimento te faz crescer,&lt;br /&gt;apaixone-se cada dia mais e mais.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo vai passar,&lt;br /&gt;e com ele você irá envelhecer...&lt;br /&gt;E nessa rotina da vida,&lt;br /&gt;nunca se esqueça...&lt;br /&gt;Apaixone-se mil vezes por você,&lt;br /&gt;seja em qual época ou lugar for...&lt;br /&gt;APAIXONE-SE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;ASSISTA O VÍDEO E&amp;nbsp;REFLITA, O QUE NELE ESTÁ ESCRITO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;A VIDA PASSA MUITO RÁPIDO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;SE APAIXONE, MAS JAMAIS DIGA ALGUÉM PRA NÃO SE APAIXONAR POR VOCÊ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;UM ANJO PODE PASSAR E ATENDER O SEU PEDIDO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904588258693478841-2045883765464686119?l=ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com/feeds/2045883765464686119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com/2011/09/apaixone-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904588258693478841/posts/default/2045883765464686119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904588258693478841/posts/default/2045883765464686119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com/2011/09/apaixone-se.html' title='APAIXONE-SE...'/><author><name>Juliana Dolores</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904588258693478841.post-538100952802742097</id><published>2011-09-01T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T14:31:44.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SONHOS...'/><title type='text'>ACOREDEI HOJE COM ESSA MÚSICA EM MINHA CABEÇA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/p0-brJLHNNI/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p0-brJLHNNI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p0-brJLHNNI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;TIVE UM SONHO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;LINDO ESTA NOITE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;E, AO ACORDAR ESTA MELODIA NÃO SAIU DA MINHA MENTE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904588258693478841-538100952802742097?l=ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com/feeds/538100952802742097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com/2011/09/acoredei-hoje-com-essa-musica-em-minha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904588258693478841/posts/default/538100952802742097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904588258693478841/posts/default/538100952802742097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com/2011/09/acoredei-hoje-com-essa-musica-em-minha.html' title='ACOREDEI HOJE COM ESSA MÚSICA EM MINHA CABEÇA!'/><author><name>Juliana Dolores</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904588258693478841.post-7973229981508442862</id><published>2011-08-22T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T13:20:15.220-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AMIZADE...AMOR...'/><title type='text'>SAUDADE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cache01.stormap.sapo.pt/fotostore02/fotos//0e/8c/a1/2722760_BklTK.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qaa="true" src="http://cache01.stormap.sapo.pt/fotostore02/fotos//0e/8c/a1/2722760_BklTK.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por que sinto falta de você? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Por que esta saudade?&lt;br /&gt;Eu não te vejo mas imagino suas expressões, sua voz teu cheiro.&lt;br /&gt;Sua amizade me faz sonhar com um carinho,&lt;br /&gt;Um caminhar, a luz da lua, a beira mar.&lt;br /&gt;Saudade este sentimento de vazio que me tira o sono &lt;br /&gt;me fazendo sentir num triste abandono, é amizade eu sei, será amor talvez...&lt;br /&gt;Só não quero perder sua amizade, esta amizade... &lt;br /&gt;Que me fortalece me enobrece por ter você&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/machado_de_assis/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Machado de Assis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904588258693478841-7973229981508442862?l=ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com/feeds/7973229981508442862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com/2011/08/saudade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904588258693478841/posts/default/7973229981508442862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904588258693478841/posts/default/7973229981508442862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com/2011/08/saudade.html' title='SAUDADE.'/><author><name>Juliana Dolores</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904588258693478841.post-9005628227086783367</id><published>2011-08-17T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T09:43:31.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SONHOS...'/><title type='text'>Carta de Seth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/YPG7VCar59c/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YPG7VCar59c&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YPG7VCar59c&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Sou feito de sentimentos, emoções, de luz, de amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Sou a voz que você ouve quando pede um conselho, sou quem te toma nos braços quando necessita, talvez, agora, enquanto lê essas palavras, eu esteja aí, ao seu lado, olhando dentro dos seus olhos como quem quisesse enxergar o que teu coração demonstra,mais tarde... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;à noite, quando você se deita... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;sou quem nina seus sonhos sentado ao seu lado esperando você dormir... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;dizendo que tudo vai ficar bem.&lt;br /&gt;Se ao menos você pudesse me perceber, se notasse o que sinto ao seu lado... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;basta você querer, basta por alguns instantes esquecer seus problemas, fechar os olhos, como se nada mais existisse, me deixe chegar perto de ti... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;te abraçando... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;sinta meu coração batendo ao compasso do teu... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;sinta que não está sozinha, nunca esteve! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Apenas esqueceste de olhar mais com os olhos do teu coração... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;então abra os olhos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;veja os meus... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;me conheça.&lt;br /&gt;Quem sou eu pra pedir para que me note? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Apenas um anjo que se deixa levar por suas emoções, que desconhece o que é errado... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;se entrega, se rende... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;vagando por estrelas, nuvens, pelo céu escuro da noite... olhando pelos outros, despertando amores, anseios, paz nas almas que fraquejam, sentado ali de cima olhando você... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;te observando... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;deixando, às vezes, uma lágrima cair e se fazer uma gota de sereno que te toca os lábios... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;lágrima essa por não poder nada mais que apenas te ver... sentir sem poder tocar.&lt;br /&gt;Manifestando através de pequenas coisas, como um sorriso sincero nos lábios de alguém que você não conhece, o toque de uma criança a te fazer carinho, palavras escritas nas páginas de um livro que te chamam atenção, palavras que mexem e emocionam o coração ditas do nada, como um sussurro em seu ouvido... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;e se um dia uma brisa leve e suave tocar seu rosto, não tenha medo, é apenas minha saudade que te beija em silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;Os humanos têm um hábito muito peculiar de julgar seus semelhantes por sua aparência, de rotular pessoas as quais nunca viram... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;apenas pelo modo como ela se apresenta... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;porém, consigo ver dentro de cada um o que realmente são... e me assusto algumas vezes em como podem os humanos deixar-se levarem por embalagens, por invólucros... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;deixam de terem muitas vezes ao seu lado verdadeiros tesouros, amizade sincera, lealdade, companheirismo... simplesmente por não terem gostado do rosto do indivíduo. Imagine uma roseira cheia de espinhos, ninguém acreditaria que dela pudesse brotar uma rosa tão bela, sensível e delicada.&lt;br /&gt;É do interior que nascem as flores. Pude conhecer seu interior... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;me deparei com uma flor linda... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;e com muitas qualidades. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Se preserve assim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;muitas vezes é melhor sermos o que realmente somos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;a viver como as pessoas acham que deveríamos ser... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Não existe ninguém melhor, ou pior que ninguém... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;apenas diferentes umas das outras e essas diferenças são que mostram quem realmente você é. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Fico assim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;dizendo as coisas que me aparecem dentro do peito, contando o que se passa em mim, como se estivesse desabafando... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;pois Deus nos fez para cuidar dos outros... e quem cuidará de nós?&lt;br /&gt;Continuarei aqui... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;meio que escondido, ao teu lado, te olhando, te sentindo... esperando para que um dia você deixe seu coração "olhar" e me ver... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;daí, enfim, poderia eu mostrar o quanto você é especial pra mim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Um poema deixado no ar, palavras implorando para viver como uma estrela que o dia não vê e que espera a noite chegar para poder mostrar-se, a canção de amor que sai da sua boca... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;são as coisas que sempre sussurro ao seu coração, tento traduzir emoções que nunca senti antes, algo realmente novo pra mim, paz, atração, paixão, amor, algo especial... sincero... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;verdadeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904588258693478841-9005628227086783367?l=ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com/feeds/9005628227086783367/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com/2011/08/carta-de-seth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904588258693478841/posts/default/9005628227086783367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904588258693478841/posts/default/9005628227086783367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com/2011/08/carta-de-seth.html' title='Carta de Seth'/><author><name>Juliana Dolores</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904588258693478841.post-7571477642276813170</id><published>2011-08-12T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T13:48:19.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orações...'/><title type='text'>O QUE QUE HÁ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;ENQUANTO ESTIVER LENDO, DE O PLAY E OUÇA A CANÇÃO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/eC7izjKRK9I/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eC7izjKRK9I&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eC7izjKRK9I&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;Há muito que escuto dizer que quando o amor te encontrar, não há possibilidades alguma de não o reconhecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Seja por um breve olhar ao caminhar pelas ruas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vcZ5PbH4smI/TkWDRgkXI-I/AAAAAAAAAtg/wzwcbuXq8vw/s1600/imagens-da-cartas-de-amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vcZ5PbH4smI/TkWDRgkXI-I/AAAAAAAAAtg/wzwcbuXq8vw/s1600/imagens-da-cartas-de-amor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;Ou sentir sua presença quando alguém chegar a algum lugar onde você está...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;Ou tão somente pela voz, que quando ouvimos sentimos algo inexplicável... Tremor... Secura na boca, frio na barriga, inquietação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;;"&gt;Ás vezes só o silêncio para continuar a ouvir a melodia linda de paz que&amp;nbsp; a voz do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Broadway;"&gt;AMOR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;;"&gt;traz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;E aí?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;O que fazer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;Sabe, passamos tanto tempo conversando com Deus e dizendo o que realmente NÃO queremos mais pra nossa vida e derrepente algo, algo não, alguém inexplicavelmente inesperadamente te “encontra”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;E o susto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;Igual na primeira vez e em outras ocasiões algo aqui dentro acontece...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;O que se passa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ou o que será?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;JD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904588258693478841-7571477642276813170?l=ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com/feeds/7571477642276813170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-que-que-ha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904588258693478841/posts/default/7571477642276813170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904588258693478841/posts/default/7571477642276813170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-que-que-ha.html' title='O QUE QUE HÁ?'/><author><name>Juliana Dolores</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vcZ5PbH4smI/TkWDRgkXI-I/AAAAAAAAAtg/wzwcbuXq8vw/s72-c/imagens-da-cartas-de-amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904588258693478841.post-2284445642749434303</id><published>2011-07-24T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T12:18:34.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AMORES...ESPERA...REAMORES'/><title type='text'>Complicado Demais</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/5eJeCNIAI5Y/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5eJeCNIAI5Y&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5eJeCNIAI5Y&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;Se algum dia algo te lembrar&lt;br /&gt;E a emoção tocar inteira a face do teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Não se envergonhe em dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que o ciúme levou teu amor&lt;br /&gt;E te afastou de vez de minha voz o teu silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixou opção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;Acreditei na força do teu querer&lt;br /&gt;Mas o ciúme foi maior que você&lt;br /&gt;Ressentimentos cegou minha visão&lt;br /&gt;Aquele amor virou antiga paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;Te aceito assim, complicado demais&lt;br /&gt;Também sou assim, complicada demais&lt;br /&gt;E já faz tempo que o tempo parou&lt;br /&gt;Não envelheço a espera do teu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;Se nos sentimos como a terra e o mar&lt;br /&gt;E o desamor desfez um sonho lindo&lt;br /&gt;Desse jeito feito uma nuvem no céu&lt;br /&gt;Eu não queria mesmo acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Que o ser humano tão sereno fosse assim&lt;br /&gt;Um oposto afim de causar confusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;Eu estarei aqui esperando você&lt;br /&gt;Se redimindo do teu erro pra ver&lt;br /&gt;Teus olhos rasos decidido a voltar&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter ciúme vem pra mim vem me amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;Te aceito assim, complicado demais&lt;br /&gt;Também sou assim, complicada demais&lt;br /&gt;E já faz tempo que o tempo parou&lt;br /&gt;Não envelheço a espera do teu amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h1 id="identificador_musica"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;Complicado Demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/paula-fernandes/" id="identificador_artista"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Paula Fernandes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;Composição: Paula Fernandes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tonygifsjavas.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Clique aqui e escolha a sua no Site TonyGifsJavas.com.br" border="0" src="http://www.tonygifsjavas.com.br/plaquinhas_blogs/barrinha_div_008.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904588258693478841-2284445642749434303?l=ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com/feeds/2284445642749434303/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com/2011/07/complicado-demais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904588258693478841/posts/default/2284445642749434303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904588258693478841/posts/default/2284445642749434303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com/2011/07/complicado-demais.html' title='Complicado Demais'/><author><name>Juliana Dolores</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904588258693478841.post-93996869030461844</id><published>2011-07-24T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T01:36:15.022-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor...'/><title type='text'>Quando o Amor Resolve Chamar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB Demi&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Quando o Amor Resolve Chamar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/kecg9Mz3C2k/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kecg9Mz3C2k&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kecg9Mz3C2k&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB Demi&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB Demi&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Quando o amor resolve chamar não há quem não o escute, com apenas sussurros você o ouve, pode estar longe ou minutos de você, horas longe de você, em outro país, mas seu amor irá reconhecer seu chamado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB Demi&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Se você anda pensando em alguém todos os dias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB Demi&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Sonhando com esse alguém... o tempo todo o seu sorriso e seu olhar vem a sua memória, creia é o verdadeiro Amor&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;que desta vez está te chamando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB Demi&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Porque das outras vezes era só uma paixão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB Demi&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Mas o amor que desta vez te chama é aquele que &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;você sempre sonhou, desejou e deseja!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB Demi&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;É aquele amor nas noites de tristeza, quando você tinha alguém ao seu lado, mas que não o fazia feliz, não o completava... Você fazia essa pergunta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB Demi&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Porque eu não consigo sentir que sou completo e feliz ao seu lado? E olhava fixamente ela que estava e ainda estar aí ao seu lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB Demi&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Seus desejos ao lado dela são assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB Demi&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Ela quer você faz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB Demi&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Ela não gosta você concorda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB Demi&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Ela exclui você acata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB Demi&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Ela diz que o que sente por você é amor e você acredita, porque o fizeram acreditar que possessividade é uma forma de amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB Demi&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Já que você não foi apresentado ao amor de verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB Demi&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Sabe aquele Amor que você quer ter em seus braços e sentir a emoção que vem lá dentro do coração até se transformar em lágrima, de tanto sentimentos contidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB Demi&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Você já se sentiu assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB Demi&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Quando o amor chamar atenda-o!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB Demi&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;(Ju)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904588258693478841-93996869030461844?l=ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com/feeds/93996869030461844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com/2011/07/quando-o-amor-resolve-chamar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904588258693478841/posts/default/93996869030461844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904588258693478841/posts/default/93996869030461844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com/2011/07/quando-o-amor-resolve-chamar.html' title='Quando o Amor Resolve Chamar...'/><author><name>Juliana Dolores</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904588258693478841.post-8929066806149393685</id><published>2011-07-23T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T22:31:34.115-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AMORES...ESPERA...REAMORES'/><title type='text'>Queria você por perto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Queria você por perto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Queria você por perto quando decidi a declarar o meu AMOR por VOCÊ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Queria você por perto para conversar que nada mais dava certo, sem você por perto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Tudo perdeu o encanto sem você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Queria você por perto para te contar meus projetos para o futuro, e você estava em todos eles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Queria você por perto para segurar a minha mão e olhar a Lua lá na “minha rua” e nós sentados no portão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/6Febms7T2b4/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Febms7T2b4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Febms7T2b4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Queria você por perto no meu baile de debutante, com toda a certeza nós valsaríamos a noite toda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Queria você por perto quando soube que seria mãe... Queria me sentir segura e você sempre me transmitiu segurança e confiança!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Queria você por perto quando tomei as decisões mais difíceis, seu sorriso acabaria com minha tristeza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Mas na verdade você sempre esteve aqui pertinho de mim, pois você jamais saiu de dentro do meu pensamento e do meu coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Queria tê-lo por perto lendo esse texto que na madrugada te escrevo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Está também é uma carta que não enviei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;( Ju )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&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/6904588258693478841-8929066806149393685?l=ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com/feeds/8929066806149393685/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com/2011/07/queria-voce-por-perto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904588258693478841/posts/default/8929066806149393685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904588258693478841/posts/default/8929066806149393685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ascartasquenaoenviei.blogspot.com/2011/07/queria-voce-por-perto.html' title='Queria você por perto...'/><author><name>Juliana Dolores</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904588258693478841.post-8355725226101261791</id><published>2011-07-23T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T21:41:29.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Espera...Amores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudaes'/><title type='text'>A VIAGEM...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cooper Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cooper Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;A&amp;nbsp;VIAGEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cooper Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Quando você seguiu viagem, eu tive que me acostumar a viajar sem sair do lugar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cooper Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Viajava assistindo um filme, me tele transportava para onde você estava...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cooper Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Por vezes á noite me via ao seu lado dizendo-lhe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cooper Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Meu AMOR estou aqui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cooper Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Queria que você sentisse a minha presença, vivesse a minha lembrança...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cooper Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Por muitas vezes, e olha que foram muitas mesmo, eu viajava em plena sala de aula, era como se eu tivesse frente á frente de você te dizendo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cooper Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;EU ESTOU AQUI POR FAVOR, VOLTA PRA MIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cooper Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Mas sem sucesso, quando o carteiro chegava eu esperava ansiosa por uma carta sua, que jamais chegou... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cooper Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Então fui acreditando que na verdade a distância dessa viagem havia feito com que você me esquecesse, na verdade é isso mesmo que sinto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cooper Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;E então fui percebendo que seu amor era tão somente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cooper Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;“MEU AMOR” por você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cooper Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Te esperei por muito tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cooper Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Até que uma música tocou no rádio em um momento dessas viagens que eu fazia, para estar perto de você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cooper Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Você sempre foi a minha melhor lembrança da “Infância”...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cooper Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;A música que tocou naquele momento era essa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; 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