<?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-1538866412706100288</id><updated>2011-11-23T20:09:35.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>•*´εïз Sweet Bee εïз`*•</title><subtitle type='html'>"Nada se assemelha à alma como a abelha. Esta voa de flor para flor, aquela de estrela para estrela. A abelha traz o mel, como a alma traz a luz." - Vitor Hugo</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-6626033978427838239</id><published>2011-01-27T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T12:00:29.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TUIQU5MstEI/AAAAAAAABRk/gYSrlwY-o0s/s1600/zzzScotteyechart12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TUIQU5MstEI/AAAAAAAABRk/gYSrlwY-o0s/s320/zzzScotteyechart12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567030040520864834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Será?&lt;br /&gt;Será?&lt;br /&gt;No momento em que meus pensamentos deveriam silenciar, tudo que me questiono é:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Será que quando você deita a cabeça no seu travesseiro, você também pensa em mim?"... Ai ai essas tais perguntas sem resposta! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-6626033978427838239?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/6626033978427838239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=6626033978427838239&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/6626033978427838239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/6626033978427838239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2011/01/sera-sera-no-momento-em-que-meus.html' title=''/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TUIQU5MstEI/AAAAAAAABRk/gYSrlwY-o0s/s72-c/zzzScotteyechart12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-940854601440322074</id><published>2011-01-27T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T16:33:29.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TUIOpk_RCXI/AAAAAAAABRc/TEawMlw0ciI/s1600/vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TUIOpk_RCXI/AAAAAAAABRc/TEawMlw0ciI/s320/vida.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567028196849813874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Menos rotina e mais vida." (Amos Bronson Alcott)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-940854601440322074?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/940854601440322074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=940854601440322074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/940854601440322074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/940854601440322074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2011/01/menos-rotina-e-mais-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TUIOpk_RCXI/AAAAAAAABRc/TEawMlw0ciI/s72-c/vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-2415864735796537340</id><published>2011-01-27T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T15:26:21.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TUH-5VhsAfI/AAAAAAAABRI/9ApcjUB7y-U/s1600/tumblr_le8ol4H5jc1qf4gpco1_500.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/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TUH-5VhsAfI/AAAAAAAABRI/9ApcjUB7y-U/s320/tumblr_le8ol4H5jc1qf4gpco1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567010875391082994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"...Quero que você me faça sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Como se eu fosse a única garota no mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Como se eu fosse a única que você amará&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Como se eu fosse a única que conhece seu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Única garota no mundo..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-2415864735796537340?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/2415864735796537340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=2415864735796537340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/2415864735796537340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/2415864735796537340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TUH-5VhsAfI/AAAAAAAABRI/9ApcjUB7y-U/s72-c/tumblr_le8ol4H5jc1qf4gpco1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-3803607887258947507</id><published>2011-01-27T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T09:47:45.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TUH-djiZOII/AAAAAAAABRA/OmH5-cyHU1Q/s1600/corac3a7c3a3osc3b31.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/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TUH-djiZOII/AAAAAAAABRA/OmH5-cyHU1Q/s320/corac3a7c3a3osc3b31.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567010398115805314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Paro e penso: “Talvez eu fiquei melhor sozinha!” A quem tento enganar? Como dizem: mentir para nós é o pior tipo de mentira...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;No fundo eu desejo com todas as forças estar apaixonada. É tão boa a sensação de andar pelas nuvens, perder a noção do tempo, sorrir involuntariamente e ter aquele brilho especial no olhar...&lt;br /&gt;Mas não tenho culpa, meu coração é desobediente, fechou-se, pouco liga para meus desejos... Cansou-se de se machucar e já não se rende com tanta facilidade aos encantos do amor. Ou talvez, ele até se renda, mas eu não identifico! Sei lá... De repente é tudo tão confuso, tão difícil! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Será que se eu colocar ele, esse órgão tão teimoso, de castigo, consigo domá-lo? Pelo menos tudo seria menos complexo...  Mas quem foi que disse que a vida seria fácil né? rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-3803607887258947507?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/3803607887258947507/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=3803607887258947507&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/3803607887258947507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/3803607887258947507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2011/01/paro-e-penso-talvez-eu-fiquei-melhor.html' title=''/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TUH-djiZOII/AAAAAAAABRA/OmH5-cyHU1Q/s72-c/corac3a7c3a3osc3b31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-4756105141305358859</id><published>2011-01-27T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T15:47:05.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TUH9obtFjBI/AAAAAAAABQ4/3MQEbRGTyo0/s1600/mulher-de-verdade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TUH9obtFjBI/AAAAAAAABQ4/3MQEbRGTyo0/s320/mulher-de-verdade.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567009485480102930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não temos o poder de exigir nada de ninguém... Nada!&lt;br /&gt;Nem pensamentos, nem afeição, nem sentimentos... Muito menos compreensão. O que podemos fazer e que talvez saibamos fazer muito bem é mostrar quem verdadeiramente somos, e esperar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Esperar que nos entendam e que nos aceitem, mesmo que nossas convicções se alterem, que as nossas crenças sejam perdidas, e as idéias alteradas... Mesmo que cometamos erros um atrás do outros... Mesmo que deixemos nitidamente claro o óbvio, somos humanos e estamos vivos!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/1538866412706100288-4756105141305358859?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/4756105141305358859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=4756105141305358859&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/4756105141305358859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/4756105141305358859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2011/01/nao-temos-o-poder-de-exigir-nada-de.html' title=''/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TUH9obtFjBI/AAAAAAAABQ4/3MQEbRGTyo0/s72-c/mulher-de-verdade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-8508119272379268353</id><published>2011-01-20T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T07:08:44.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu quero... Eu quero...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TThPvEBCQlI/AAAAAAAABQk/sBLdcDEXdRQ/s1600/997749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TThPvEBCQlI/AAAAAAAABQk/sBLdcDEXdRQ/s320/997749.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564285009566777938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Eu quero sol nesse jardim&lt;br /&gt;Quero justiça e paz&lt;br /&gt;Quero andar nas ruas, sem temer&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero brilho do luar&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero viajar&lt;br /&gt;Pelo azul dos céus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;E quero te entender&lt;br /&gt;Quero te conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Quero correr ao encontro&lt;br /&gt;De tudo que tive e perdi,&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei porque!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Quero aprender a amar&lt;br /&gt;E saber perdoar&lt;br /&gt;Pois teu amor no meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Me mostra direito&lt;br /&gt;O caminho para ser feliz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Eu quero sol nesse jardim&lt;br /&gt;Quero a luz da manhã&lt;br /&gt;E a mais perfeita de todas as canções&lt;br /&gt;Quero a verdade no olhar&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero amor sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Tenho a certeza que você nasceu pra mim. ♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-8508119272379268353?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8508119272379268353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=8508119272379268353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/8508119272379268353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/8508119272379268353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-quero-eu-quero.html' title='Eu quero... Eu quero...'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TThPvEBCQlI/AAAAAAAABQk/sBLdcDEXdRQ/s72-c/997749.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-66462510908043019</id><published>2011-01-20T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T06:41:15.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TThI0ZD0PKI/AAAAAAAABQc/RFqWvzpT760/s1600/KidsinLove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TThI0ZD0PKI/AAAAAAAABQc/RFqWvzpT760/s320/KidsinLove.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564277404533537954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Se existe alguém que pode machucar você, existe alguém que pode curar suas feridas....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seja quem for! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;E deixo claro, que não falo apenas de um novo amor... "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/1538866412706100288-66462510908043019?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/66462510908043019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=66462510908043019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/66462510908043019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/66462510908043019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2011/01/se-existe-alguem-que-pode-machucar-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TThI0ZD0PKI/AAAAAAAABQc/RFqWvzpT760/s72-c/KidsinLove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-8347034625129922707</id><published>2010-11-18T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T20:12:39.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TOX5FOICjRI/AAAAAAAABO8/-UmfNVQKBHQ/s1600/Saudade-do-Que-nao-Volta-Mais.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/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TOX5FOICjRI/AAAAAAAABO8/-UmfNVQKBHQ/s320/Saudade-do-Que-nao-Volta-Mais.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541108784635743506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Saudade é solidão acompanhada,&lt;br /&gt;é quando o amor ainda não foi embora,&lt;br /&gt;mas o amado já...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é amar um passado que ainda não passou,&lt;br /&gt;é recusar um presente que nos machuca,&lt;br /&gt;é não ver o futuro que nos convida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é sentir que existe o que não existe mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é o inferno dos que perderam,&lt;br /&gt;é a dor dos que ficaram para trás,&lt;br /&gt;é o gosto de morte na boca dos que continuam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só uma pessoa no mundo deseja sentir saudade:&lt;br /&gt;aquela que nunca amou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E esse é o maior dos sofrimentos:&lt;br /&gt;não ter por quem sentir saudades,&lt;br /&gt;passar pela vida e não viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O maior dos sofrimentos é nunca ter sofrido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-8347034625129922707?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8347034625129922707/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=8347034625129922707&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/8347034625129922707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/8347034625129922707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2010/11/saudade-e-solidao-acompanhada-e-quando.html' title=''/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TOX5FOICjRI/AAAAAAAABO8/-UmfNVQKBHQ/s72-c/Saudade-do-Que-nao-Volta-Mais.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-4611073984229840196</id><published>2010-09-30T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T04:57:23.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eita Confusão!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TKVm_JdzdII/AAAAAAAABFw/MwggBMXzfmA/s1600/DSC01415_editada2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TKVm_JdzdII/AAAAAAAABFw/MwggBMXzfmA/s320/DSC01415_editada2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522933753098499202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Já se sentiram assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Receio de estar pensando em alguma coisa o que não deveria estar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Receio de estar imaginando o que não deveria ser imaginado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Complexo não? Diariamente me pego ponderando quanto a esse conflito entre o certo, errado e o incontrolável... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Vou deitar com a sensação dos olhos dele me fitando e acordo buscando seu sorriso... Ansiando por sua voz ou ao menos um contato... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;E quando tomo ciência do que estou cometendo, culpo-me por talvez ser algo errado e ao mesmo tempo tão irrefreável...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;É claro que minha mente é livre... Meus pensamentos podem ir a qualquer destino... Criar desde o céu, até o inferno, porém é aí que identifico a gravidade da questão... Se ela é livre, como posso controlá-la para que evite essa tentadora ilusão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Eis aqui eu! Com muito medo dos meus pensamentos...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-4611073984229840196?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/4611073984229840196/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=4611073984229840196&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/4611073984229840196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/4611073984229840196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2010/09/eita-confusao.html' title='Eita Confusão!'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TKVm_JdzdII/AAAAAAAABFw/MwggBMXzfmA/s72-c/DSC01415_editada2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-5315003516212504618</id><published>2010-08-14T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T05:28:18.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TGaLYfGlICI/AAAAAAAABE8/FnQLl8XN-j0/s1600/relogioGIRL.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/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TGaLYfGlICI/AAAAAAAABE8/FnQLl8XN-j0/s320/relogioGIRL.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505240847289229346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ah, bem melhor seria&lt;br /&gt;Poder viver &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:personname productid="em paz￼Sem" st="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;em paz&lt;br /&gt; Sem&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; ter que sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter que chorar&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter que querer&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter que se dar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.0pt;border-style: initial;border-color:initial"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas tem que sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Mas tem que chorar&lt;br /&gt;Mas tem que querer&lt;br /&gt;Pra poder amar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.0pt;border-style: initial;border-color:initial"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ah, mundo enganador&lt;br /&gt;Paz não quer mais dizer amor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.0pt;border-style: initial;border-color:initial"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ah, não existe coisa mais triste que ter paz&lt;br /&gt;E se arrepender, e se conformar&lt;br /&gt;E se proteger de um amor a mais&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.0pt;border-style: initial;border-color:initial"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O tempo de amor&lt;br /&gt;É tempo de dor&lt;br /&gt;O tempo de paz&lt;br /&gt;Não faz nem desfaz&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.0pt;border-style: initial;border-color:initial"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ah, que não seja meu&lt;br /&gt;O mundo onde o amor morreu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.0pt;border-style: initial;border-color:initial"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.0pt;border-style: initial;border-color:initial"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Céu - Herbie Hancock&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-5315003516212504618?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/5315003516212504618/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=5315003516212504618&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/5315003516212504618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/5315003516212504618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2010/08/tempo-de-amor.html' title='Tempo de amor'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TGaLYfGlICI/AAAAAAAABE8/FnQLl8XN-j0/s72-c/relogioGIRL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-495717200355126697</id><published>2010-07-20T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T17:31:50.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Alegria sempre volta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TEY_nzy8pkI/AAAAAAAABEk/cI5Nmg_BcqY/s1600/DSC01383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TEY_nzy8pkI/AAAAAAAABEk/cI5Nmg_BcqY/s320/DSC01383.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496150348403615298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Quando vivemos momento de extrema aflição temos sempre a dolorosa sensação de que ele nunca vai passar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A impressão é de que nunca houve passagem tão difícil, de que nunca uma dor foi tão grande e que jamais um coração sofreu tanto... Porém, se pudéssemos voltar no tempo, dar um control “z”, veríamos que tristezas iguais ou ainda maiores existiram. No entanto a experiência não faz pesar menos... A dor parece estar sempre no auge, dilacerando, consumindo...  E a qualquer momento ela tornar-se-á insuportável. Mas faça um esforço: Tu não te lembras de como um dia foi exatamente igual? A mesma sensação, a impressão de que não voltarias a sorrir, a crer na vida e no amor... E o que aconteceu? O momento ruim se foi... A vida prosseguiu... Coisas boas aconteceram, até que toda aquela constante aflição transformou-se em uma lembrança vaga e distante... Existiam apenas dias de felicidade... Mas se, hoje, teus olhos choram uma nova dor, se o vazio parece tomar conta de tua vida, se um momento de felicidade teima em deixar saudades, fazendo-te crer que jamais se repetirá, faça um favor pra ti... Não seja tão dramático! Não perca seu precioso tempo vertendo lágrimas a quem ou coisas que não as merece...  Seja lógico e acredite, a felicidade voltará... Isso também vai passar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tenha em mente que se tua alegria foi embora, talvez não fosse mesmo a felicidade que esperavas e merecias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Desperte desprezando a falsa alegria que não quis ficar contigo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Erga os olhos para o céu, confie e aprenda a esperar por uma felicidade digna de se amar, uma felicidade que será recíproca que irá te amar e dedicar-se pelo seu bem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-495717200355126697?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/495717200355126697/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=495717200355126697&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/495717200355126697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/495717200355126697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2010/07/quando-vivemos-momento-de-extrema.html' title='A Alegria sempre volta...'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TEY_nzy8pkI/AAAAAAAABEk/cI5Nmg_BcqY/s72-c/DSC01383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-4006297066689617051</id><published>2010-07-16T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T20:31:51.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Pequeno Príncipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TEEjjJludZI/AAAAAAAABEc/HUDU5_rK3fc/s1600/1174452090_peqprincipe2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TEEjjJludZI/AAAAAAAABEc/HUDU5_rK3fc/s320/1174452090_peqprincipe2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494712107145262482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Frases que adorei!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Todas as as pessoas grandes foram um dia crianças – mas poucas se lembram disso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Quando a gente anda sempre a frente, não podemos ir longe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;É preciso que eu suporte duas ou três larvas se quiser conhecer as borboletas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;É preciso exigir de cada um o que cada um pode dar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;É bem mais difícil julgar a si mesmo que julgar os outros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Mas se tu me cativas , nós teremos necessidade um do outro. Serás para mim único no mundo. E eu serei para ti única no mundo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Os homens não têm mais tempo de conhecer coisa alguma. Compram tudo já pronto nas lojas. Mas, como não existem lojas de amigos, os homens não têm mais amigos. Se tu queres um amigo, cativa-me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A linguagem é uma fonte de mal entendidos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;O que eu vejo não passa de uma casca. O mais importante é invisível! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;É preciso proteger a chama com cuidado: um simples sopro pode apagá-la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-4006297066689617051?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/4006297066689617051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=4006297066689617051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/4006297066689617051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/4006297066689617051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-pequeno-principe.html' title='O Pequeno Príncipe'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TEEjjJludZI/AAAAAAAABEc/HUDU5_rK3fc/s72-c/1174452090_peqprincipe2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-8262721327137458917</id><published>2010-07-14T19:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T19:05:43.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desfrute!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TD5swy7gsuI/AAAAAAAABEU/N0SAQadaabo/s1600/dor-de-amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TD5swy7gsuI/AAAAAAAABEU/N0SAQadaabo/s320/dor-de-amor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493948180999484130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;empo é o Rei! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;Realmente... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;Tudo é questão de tempo... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;Qualquer que seja o problema que nos causa a dor agora, que acreditemos, ele vai ser superado... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;A dor acaba por desaparecer, acabamos por encontrar uma nova alegria. A vida é assim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;Renascemos sempre, mesmo que tome tempo, afinal somos seres altamente mutáveis e adaptáveis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;E outra... Tudo tem de ter um principio e fim, o que não impossibilita a existência de vários principios e fins nas nossas vidas!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;Tenho ciência que mesmo sabendo de tudo isso não faz a dor diminuir, então só digo (a mim mesma) desfrute da dor, faça ela arder até o limitie do limite, pois a reprimir não fará com que as coisas evoluam...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;"À dor, temos simplesmente de sobreviver, esperar que ela vá embora sozinha, esperar que a ferida que a causou, sare"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-8262721327137458917?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8262721327137458917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=8262721327137458917&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/8262721327137458917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/8262721327137458917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2010/07/desfrute.html' title='Desfrute!'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TD5swy7gsuI/AAAAAAAABEU/N0SAQadaabo/s72-c/dor-de-amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-2799688509870830123</id><published>2010-07-14T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T19:04:12.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilema...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TD5nN2arnpI/AAAAAAAABEM/aMDf3CwWpCc/s1600/confian%C3%A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TD5nN2arnpI/AAAAAAAABEM/aMDf3CwWpCc/s320/confian%C3%A7a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493942083081969298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dias atrás, escrevi em meu facebook que estava foda acreditar no amor, mas não deveria ter escrito algo assim, pois o amor existe... Eu o sinto! Está aqui, dentro de mim... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Não é o amor que deve ser desacreditado, mas acho que as pessoas... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Está cada dia mais difícil confiar em alguém... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Como acreditar? Você confia, dedica-se, acredita e quando percebe está sofrendo por ter deixado a emoção agir...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pergunto-me... Será que nosso coração pode desistir? Desistir de amar? Por que confiança e amor andam juntos a meu ver... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Penso: Tudo tem um limite não? Quantas vezes será preciso acreditar e aguentar a decepção? Mas em contrapartida, como não acreditar? E as pessoas maravilhosas que conhecemos ao longo da vida? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Não consigo visualizar saída nisso tudo, pois se você não confia, você não se entrega, consequentemente não ama, não vive... Estar com alguém... Com quem quer que seja, sem acreditar, em termos ou totalmente, me parece tão sem sentido... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;O que fazer então? Juro que quando souber volto para postar aqui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/1538866412706100288-2799688509870830123?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/2799688509870830123/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=2799688509870830123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/2799688509870830123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/2799688509870830123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2010/07/dias-atras-escrevi-em-meu-facebook-que.html' title='Dilema...'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TD5nN2arnpI/AAAAAAAABEM/aMDf3CwWpCc/s72-c/confian%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-8941818661297010709</id><published>2010-07-14T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T19:03:38.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"LOST" Literalmente! rs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TD5dpqklVUI/AAAAAAAABEE/9E_PguRPNOA/s1600/lost_1_1600_1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TD5dpqklVUI/AAAAAAAABEE/9E_PguRPNOA/s320/lost_1_1600_1200.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493931565822334274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Como é assistir uma série e nunca entender nada dela e acreditar que o final será revelador e ele simplesmente não ser? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Caramba... Não entendi patavinas de Lost. Que coisa foi aquela de todos estarem mortos? Como assim? Era o inferno então a ilha? Aff, vários questionamentos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Perdi tempo! Se bem que também não estava fazendo nada mesmo! rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-8941818661297010709?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8941818661297010709/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=8941818661297010709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/8941818661297010709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/8941818661297010709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2010/07/como-e-assistir-uma-serie-e-nunca.html' title='&quot;LOST&quot; Literalmente! rs'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TD5dpqklVUI/AAAAAAAABEE/9E_PguRPNOA/s72-c/lost_1_1600_1200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-6193568103677335251</id><published>2010-06-14T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T13:40:44.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TBaTsoGXDHI/AAAAAAAABD8/w_YHRjTb-bM/s1600/Amor_eterno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482731991257779314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TBaTsoGXDHI/AAAAAAAABD8/w_YHRjTb-bM/s320/Amor_eterno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Em alguns momentos, eu a decepcionarei, em outros você me frustrará, mas, se tivermos coragem para reconhecer nossos erros, habilidade para sonharmos juntos e capacidade para chorarmos e recomeçarmos tudo de novo tantas vezes quantas forem necessárias, então nosso amor será imortal".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Augusto Cury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-6193568103677335251?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/6193568103677335251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=6193568103677335251&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/6193568103677335251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/6193568103677335251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='♥'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TBaTsoGXDHI/AAAAAAAABD8/w_YHRjTb-bM/s72-c/Amor_eterno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-1811496977739759953</id><published>2010-06-14T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T07:46:51.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O saber...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TBZwSbcbV0I/AAAAAAAABD0/CdoRSgx57Q4/s1600/sol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482693058277103426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TBZwSbcbV0I/AAAAAAAABD0/CdoRSgx57Q4/s320/sol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"É preciso saber sentir, mas também saber como deixar de sentir, porque se a experiência é sublime pode tornar-se igualmente perigosa. Aprenda a encantar e a desencantar. Observe, estou lhe ensinando qualquer coisa de precioso: a mágica oposta do "abre-te, Sésamo". Para que um sentimento perca o perfume e deixe de intoxicar-nos, nada há de melhor que expô-lo ao sol”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Clarice Lispector. &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/1538866412706100288-1811496977739759953?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/1811496977739759953/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=1811496977739759953&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/1811496977739759953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/1811496977739759953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-saber.html' title='O saber...'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TBZwSbcbV0I/AAAAAAAABD0/CdoRSgx57Q4/s72-c/sol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-2609967309671892103</id><published>2010-06-14T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T07:49:03.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TBZsm1x0_ZI/AAAAAAAABDs/lYIW7vf96v4/s1600/seguir-em-frente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482689010897059218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TBZsm1x0_ZI/AAAAAAAABDs/lYIW7vf96v4/s320/seguir-em-frente.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;“Uma das coisas que aprendi é que se deve viver apesar de. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Apesar de, se deve comer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Apesar de, se deve amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Apesar de, se deve morrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Inclusive muitas vezes é o próprio apesar de que nos empurra para a frente.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Clarice Lispector.&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/1538866412706100288-2609967309671892103?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/2609967309671892103/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=2609967309671892103&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/2609967309671892103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/2609967309671892103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2010/06/uma-das-coisas-que-aprendi-e-que-se.html' title=''/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/TBZsm1x0_ZI/AAAAAAAABDs/lYIW7vf96v4/s72-c/seguir-em-frente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-2368085562897423859</id><published>2010-05-12T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T22:33:15.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amando... ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Estou amando...&lt;br /&gt;Amando tudo em você...&lt;br /&gt;Seus beijos, seus abraços...&lt;br /&gt;Suas mordidinhas em meus lábios...&lt;br /&gt;Seu jeitinho sério...&lt;br /&gt;A tênue covinha que se forma quando você sorri...&lt;br /&gt;Aquele seu olhar que me consome...&lt;br /&gt;Sua voz quando pronuncia meu nome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tão bom estar assim!&lt;br /&gt;Sonhando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhando com sua presença...&lt;br /&gt;Eliminando a linha sutil da distância... Idealizando o próximo momento ao seu lado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tão bom estar assim!&lt;br /&gt;Desejando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejando o toque de suas mãos pelo meu corpo...&lt;br /&gt;O contato da sua pele roçando lentamente na minha...&lt;br /&gt;Seu corpo deslizando sobre o meu...&lt;br /&gt;Cada gesto seu nas nossas noites árduas de paixão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tão bom estar assim... Tão facilmente, tão subitamente, tão completamente apaixonada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te Amando...&lt;br /&gt;Amando tudo em você...&lt;br /&gt;Eu simplesmente Amo Você...&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/1538866412706100288-2368085562897423859?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/2368085562897423859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=2368085562897423859&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/2368085562897423859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/2368085562897423859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2010/05/estou-amando.html' title='Amando... ♥'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-193835231931625000</id><published>2010-04-28T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T11:01:08.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A força mágica do amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S9kOu7RbSOI/AAAAAAAAA_E/ggmaeJVlNv8/s1600/amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465415822138362082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S9kOu7RbSOI/AAAAAAAAA_E/ggmaeJVlNv8/s320/amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando tudo parece perdido, obscuro, sem vida...&lt;br /&gt;Quando os problemas se acumulam... O tédio consome teus dias e a amargura te devora, pode vir em teu socorro a força mágica do amor. Nesse momento tudo cai magicamente no esquecimento, por isso não se importe com o que passou. Tudo é apenas resto... Lembranças vãs de outrora. Agora a magia de uma paixão vem despertar-lhe! Convidar-te a presenciar a vida com um outro olhar, onde há imensurável beleza no singelo.&lt;br /&gt;Não há dia, hora, momento para o amor chegar e acontecer...&lt;br /&gt;Ele vem de repente e se instala no mais compassivo dos nossos órgãos: O coração.&lt;br /&gt;O amor vem sutilmente, desperta-nos fogo, interesse, desejo e nos modifica... Faz com que tudo fique surreal...&lt;br /&gt;Mais vivo...&lt;br /&gt;Mais belo...&lt;br /&gt;Arrebata-nos de entusiasmo, ânimo, vontade... Já não existem obstáculos, já não existe vazio...&lt;br /&gt;O amor nos preenche...&lt;br /&gt;O amor nos completa...&lt;br /&gt;Nos une...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“E desde então, sou porque tu és E desde então és sou e somos... E por amor Serei... Serás...Seremos... (Pablo Neruda)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-193835231931625000?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/193835231931625000/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=193835231931625000&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/193835231931625000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/193835231931625000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2010/04/forca-magica-do-amor.html' title='A força mágica do amor...'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S9kOu7RbSOI/AAAAAAAAA_E/ggmaeJVlNv8/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-1212222036570702609</id><published>2010-03-25T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T13:05:15.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor x Posse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S6u_mh1cPjI/AAAAAAAAA08/yvobdewpOzA/s1600/BEIJO_DE_BORBOLETA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452662442500570674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S6u_mh1cPjI/AAAAAAAAA08/yvobdewpOzA/s320/BEIJO_DE_BORBOLETA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Não confundas o amor com o delírio da posse, que acarreta os piores sofrimentos. Porque, contrariamente à opinião comum, o amor não faz sofrer. O instinto de propriedade, que é o contrário do amor, esse é que faz sofrer. (...) Eu sei assim reconhecer aquele que ama verdadeiramente: é que ele não pode ser prejudicado. O amor verdadeiro começa lá onde não se espera mais nada em troca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Antoine_de_Saint-Exupery/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Antoine de Saint-Exupéry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-1212222036570702609?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/1212222036570702609/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=1212222036570702609&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/1212222036570702609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/1212222036570702609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2010/03/amor-x-posse.html' title='Amor x Posse...'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S6u_mh1cPjI/AAAAAAAAA08/yvobdewpOzA/s72-c/BEIJO_DE_BORBOLETA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-344080806432956991</id><published>2010-03-10T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T06:51:09.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S5exxvsMF4I/AAAAAAAAAzU/9_oMpL4g4OE/s1600-h/perguntas_frequentes.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447017742501418882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S5exxvsMF4I/AAAAAAAAAzU/9_oMpL4g4OE/s320/perguntas_frequentes.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;... procuro encontrar respostas para essas perguntas que fazem eco no ar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-344080806432956991?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/344080806432956991/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=344080806432956991&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/344080806432956991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/344080806432956991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S5exxvsMF4I/AAAAAAAAAzU/9_oMpL4g4OE/s72-c/perguntas_frequentes.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-65873356448185140</id><published>2010-02-22T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T09:31:10.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S4K_QC9FuoI/AAAAAAAAAw4/nd5pBIvMOk4/s1600-h/o_tempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441121582208891522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S4K_QC9FuoI/AAAAAAAAAw4/nd5pBIvMOk4/s320/o_tempo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S4K2Vl2VRrI/AAAAAAAAAww/E_a8U24yfbY/s1600-h/BEIJO_DE_BORBOLETA.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Nunca passa...mas quase passa todos os dias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ai, ai... Sr. Tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/1538866412706100288-65873356448185140?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/65873356448185140/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=65873356448185140&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/65873356448185140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/65873356448185140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2010/02/nunca-passa.html' title='...'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S4K_QC9FuoI/AAAAAAAAAw4/nd5pBIvMOk4/s72-c/o_tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-5233922653591992949</id><published>2010-02-09T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T11:14:46.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semear o Amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S3G0GofnqTI/AAAAAAAAAuw/VW8Vsg5jX24/s1600-h/semear-colher-nova-vida-caxias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436324251255154994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S3G0GofnqTI/AAAAAAAAAuw/VW8Vsg5jX24/s320/semear-colher-nova-vida-caxias.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Chega de viver só por viver&lt;br /&gt;Chega de pensar só por pensar&lt;br /&gt;Faça sua mente esclarecer&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de si mesmo vá buscar&lt;br /&gt;Amor e harmonia, paz e compaixão&lt;br /&gt;Aprenda a perdoar para obter perdão&lt;br /&gt;Não espere nada em troca sem estender a mão&lt;br /&gt;Para ser verdadeiro tem que ser de coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na hora boa ou ruim em Deus não se negue a crer&lt;br /&gt;Mantenha a mente e o corpo são e não vá se corromper&lt;br /&gt;Pela maldade, ganância, exploração&lt;br /&gt;Que deixe o homem cego e escraviza o coração&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo com que a gente viva a vida apagados&lt;br /&gt;Cheios de preconceitos, diferença, alienados&lt;br /&gt;É chegada a hora da gente se ajudar&lt;br /&gt;Com fé e humildade, fazendo o mundo mudar&lt;br /&gt;Semear o amor, dentro do seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Afugentando a dor e a solidão&lt;br /&gt;Quando o amor tocar o seu coração&lt;br /&gt;A luz da vida vai brilhar para você iluminar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que linda né?? Ameiiiiiiiiiii! ^_^&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/1538866412706100288-5233922653591992949?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/5233922653591992949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=5233922653591992949&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/5233922653591992949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/5233922653591992949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2010/02/semear-o-amor.html' title='Semear o Amor...'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S3G0GofnqTI/AAAAAAAAAuw/VW8Vsg5jX24/s72-c/semear-colher-nova-vida-caxias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-823043841606674867</id><published>2010-01-19T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T17:16:20.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procura...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S1ZY5TUlvHI/AAAAAAAAALM/PCsNXbcfBkU/s1600-h/Procura_se_um_Amigo____by_denebmoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S1ZY5TUlvHI/AAAAAAAAALM/PCsNXbcfBkU/s320/Procura_se_um_Amigo____by_denebmoon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428624142304132210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hoje me dei conta de que as pessoas vivem a esperar por algo e quando surge uma oportunidade se dizem confusas e despreparadas.&lt;br /&gt;Sentem que não merecem...&lt;br /&gt;Que o tempo certo ainda não chegou...&lt;br /&gt;E a vida passa...&lt;br /&gt;E os momentos se acumulam, como papéis sobre uma mesa.&lt;br /&gt;Estamos nos preparando para qualquer coisa, mas ainda não aprendemos a viver. A arriscar por aquilo que queremos...&lt;br /&gt;A sentir aquilo que sonhamos.&lt;br /&gt;E assim adiamos nossas vidas por tempo indeterminado.&lt;br /&gt;Até que a vida se encarregue de decidir por nós mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;E percebemos o quanto perdemos...&lt;br /&gt;E o tanto que poderíamos ter evitado...&lt;br /&gt;Como somos tolos em nossos pensamentos limitados.&lt;br /&gt;Em nossas emoções contidas...&lt;br /&gt;Em nossas ações determinadas...&lt;br /&gt;O ser humano se prende em si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Por medo e desconfiança, vive como coisa, num mundo de coisas.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo esperado é o agora.&lt;br /&gt;Sua consciência lhe direciona...&lt;br /&gt;Seus sentidos lhe alertam...&lt;br /&gt;E suas emoções não mais são desprezadas.&lt;br /&gt;Antes que tudo acabe.&lt;br /&gt;É preciso fazer iniciar...&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo com dor e sofrimento...&lt;br /&gt;Antes arriscar do que apenas sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cecilia Meireles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&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/1538866412706100288-823043841606674867?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/823043841606674867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=823043841606674867&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/823043841606674867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/823043841606674867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2010/01/procura.html' title='Procura...'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S1ZY5TUlvHI/AAAAAAAAALM/PCsNXbcfBkU/s72-c/Procura_se_um_Amigo____by_denebmoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-4005079413889446032</id><published>2009-12-15T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T08:00:36.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dom de amar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SyeyeRg8zlI/AAAAAAAAAKs/C3Fjn-HBCpk/s1600-h/amar_nao_e_pecado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415493310103735890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SyeyeRg8zlI/AAAAAAAAAKs/C3Fjn-HBCpk/s320/amar_nao_e_pecado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;É... Não há nada mais fascinante que amar.&lt;br /&gt;Que dar a quem se ama o valor devido.&lt;br /&gt;De ver o sentimento multiplicado, dividido,&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo a felicidade de se entregar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixar o sentimento se espalhar&lt;br /&gt;Jogar-se na emoção de ser querido&lt;br /&gt;Nas artimanhas, do amor, ser envolvido,&lt;br /&gt;De tal forma a nunca mais se libertar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontrar alguém a quem mostrar a alma&lt;br /&gt;E desse alguém, também saber dos seus desejos,&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo um só caminho, um só destino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achar-se, no perder pro amor o tino,&lt;br /&gt;Na troca, do mais singelo, dos beijos,&lt;br /&gt;Que ao mesmo tempo inflama e acalma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Maria Cecilia Hequidorne)&lt;br /&gt;“Inspirado no soneto "Divina graça" do poeta Mario Roberto Guimarães”.&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/1538866412706100288-4005079413889446032?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/4005079413889446032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=4005079413889446032&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/4005079413889446032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/4005079413889446032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/12/dom-de-amar.html' title='Dom de amar...'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SyeyeRg8zlI/AAAAAAAAAKs/C3Fjn-HBCpk/s72-c/amar_nao_e_pecado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-4986765620814940597</id><published>2009-12-09T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:42:23.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desconhecido...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/Sx-M8NlTOnI/AAAAAAAAAKk/RFyWXXSuVoc/s1600-h/deixa-me_amar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413200243188775538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/Sx-M8NlTOnI/AAAAAAAAAKk/RFyWXXSuVoc/s320/deixa-me_amar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"...O amor é sempre novo.&lt;br /&gt;Não importa que amemos uma, duas, dez vezes na vida,&lt;br /&gt;sempre estamos diante de uma situação que não conhecemos".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Paulo_Coelho/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-4986765620814940597?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/4986765620814940597/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=4986765620814940597&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/4986765620814940597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/4986765620814940597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/12/desconhecido.html' title='Desconhecido...'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/Sx-M8NlTOnI/AAAAAAAAAKk/RFyWXXSuVoc/s72-c/deixa-me_amar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-7083937356932658295</id><published>2009-12-07T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T04:12:36.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>amor... amor... amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SxzxBLq8wgI/AAAAAAAAAKc/5pZzpatIwwc/s1600-h/amor_em_tudo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412465854807589378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SxzxBLq8wgI/AAAAAAAAAKc/5pZzpatIwwc/s320/amor_em_tudo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;“Não deixemos de acreditar no amor, ele é a vida!&lt;br /&gt;Apenas certifique-se de estar entregando seu coração a alguém que dê o merecido valor aos sentimentos como você.&lt;br /&gt;Não espere a pessoa perfeita, mas manifeste suas ideias, planos e sonhos e conclua se existe compatibilidade.&lt;br /&gt;Ah e não se esqueça do principal: Quando estiverem juntos, perceba se aquele olhar vale mais que qualquer palavra...”.&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/1538866412706100288-7083937356932658295?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/7083937356932658295/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=7083937356932658295&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/7083937356932658295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/7083937356932658295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/12/amor-amor-amor.html' title='amor... amor... amor...'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SxzxBLq8wgI/AAAAAAAAAKc/5pZzpatIwwc/s72-c/amor_em_tudo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-3919312275135853226</id><published>2009-12-07T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T04:17:27.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorri...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/Sxzob9znD3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/kURZvMi7clQ/s1600-h/DSC07259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412456419337637746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/Sxzob9znD3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/kURZvMi7clQ/s320/DSC07259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorri quando a dor te torturar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E a saudade atormentar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os teus dias tristonhos vazios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorri quando tudo terminar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando nada mais restar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do teu sonho encantador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorri quando o sol perder a luz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E sentires uma cruz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nos teus ombros cansados doridos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorri vai mentindo a sua dor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E ao notar que tu sorris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo mundo irá supor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que és feliz. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Charles_Chaplin/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charles Chaplin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Pouca coisa é necessária para transformar inteiramente uma vida: amor no coração e sorriso nos lábios." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Martin_Luther_King/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Martin Luther King&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-3919312275135853226?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/3919312275135853226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=3919312275135853226&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/3919312275135853226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/3919312275135853226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/12/sorrir.html' title='Sorri...'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/Sxzob9znD3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/kURZvMi7clQ/s72-c/DSC07259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-2442442434844930102</id><published>2009-12-04T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T03:43:31.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/Sxj1yXpCVLI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Gj648RFLcas/s1600-h/1190056007_coracao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411345197974049970" style="DISPLAY: block; 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E a minha voz nascerá de novo,&lt;br /&gt;talvez noutro tempo sem dores,&lt;br /&gt;e nas alturas arderá de novo&lt;br /&gt;o meu coração ardente e estrelado".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Pablo_Neruda/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-2442442434844930102?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/2442442434844930102/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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pelo que nos revela de nós mesmos". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Miguel_Unamuno/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Miguel Unamuno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-3653867651105203536?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/3653867651105203536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=3653867651105203536&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/3653867651105203536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Sonho x Realidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SxeehOKnsbI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7tpXAgYw0JI/s1600-h/pesadelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410967770884452786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SxeehOKnsbI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7tpXAgYw0JI/s320/pesadelo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Realidade é o pesadelo do mundo dos sonhos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;(Esaú Wendler)&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/1538866412706100288-5610083430978317222?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SxeehOKnsbI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7tpXAgYw0JI/s72-c/pesadelo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-8870524618432668922</id><published>2009-12-02T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T08:30:29.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Autoconhecimento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SxaWBKqjIGI/AAAAAAAAAJc/1_nk68__L_8/s1600-h/IMG_6942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410676949119082594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SxaWBKqjIGI/AAAAAAAAAJc/1_nk68__L_8/s320/IMG_6942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Um único evento pode despertar dentro de nós um estranho totalmente desconhecido."&lt;br /&gt;(Antoine De Saint Exupery).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-8870524618432668922?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8870524618432668922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=8870524618432668922&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/8870524618432668922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/8870524618432668922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/12/autoconhecimento.html' title='Autoconhecimento...'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SxaWBKqjIGI/AAAAAAAAAJc/1_nk68__L_8/s72-c/IMG_6942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-8512789335789636153</id><published>2009-12-01T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T18:24:09.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amado... 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-7773435030495903559</id><published>2009-12-01T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T18:44:01.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>... o que passou, jamais voltará!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SxUDydpWSQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/DTEIC2HJPJ8/s1600/2372169300_4efbe8cfbd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410234692841916674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SxUDydpWSQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/DTEIC2HJPJ8/s320/2372169300_4efbe8cfbd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sempre é preciso saber quando uma etapa chega ao final...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Se insistirmos em permanecer nela mais do que o tempo necessário, perdemos a alegria e o sentido das outras etapas que precisamos viver. Encerrando ciclos, fechando portas, terminando capítulos. Não importa o nome que damos, o que importa é deixar no passado os momentos da vida que já se acabaram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Foi despedida do trabalho? Terminou uma relação? Deixou a casa dos pais? Partiu para viver em outro país? A amizade tão longamente cultivada desapareceu sem explicações?&lt;br /&gt;Você pode passar muito tempo se perguntando por que isso aconteceu... Pode dizer para si mesmo que não dará mais um passo enquanto não entender as razões que levaram certas coisas, que eram tão importantes e sólidas em sua vida, serem subitamente transformadas em pó. Mas tal atitude será um desgaste imenso para todos: seus pais, seus amigos, seus filhos, seus irmãos, todos estarão encerrando capítulos, virando a folha, seguindo adiante, e todos sofrerão ao ver que você está parado.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém pode estar ao mesmo tempo no presente e no passado, nem mesmo quando tentamos entender as coisas que acontecem conosco.&lt;br /&gt;O que passou não voltará: não podemos ser eternamente meninos, adolescentes tardios, filhos que se sentem culpados ou rancorosos com os pais, amantes que revivem noite e dia uma ligação com quem já foi embora e não tem a menor intenção de voltar. As coisas passam, e o melhor que fazemos é deixar que elas realmente possam ir embora...&lt;br /&gt;Por isso é tão importante (por mais doloroso que seja!) destruir recordações, mudar de casa, dar muitas coisas para orfanatos, vender ou doar os livros que tem.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo neste mundo visível é uma manifestação do mundo invisível, do que está acontecendo em nosso coração... E o desfazer-se de certas lembranças significa também abrir espaço para que outras tomem o seu lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Deixar ir embora. Soltar. Desprender-se.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém está jogando nesta vida com cartas marcadas, portanto às vezes ganhamos, e às vezes perdemos.&lt;br /&gt;Não espere que devolvam algo, não espere que reconheçam seu esforço, que descubram seu gênio, que entendam seu amor. Pare de ligar sua televisão emocional e assistir sempre ao mesmo programa, que mostra como você sofreu com determinada perda: isso o estará apenas envenenando, e nada mais.&lt;br /&gt;Não há nada mais perigoso que rompimentos amorosos que não são aceitos, promessas de emprego que não têm data marcada para começar, decisões que sempre são adiadas em nome do "momento ideal".&lt;br /&gt;Antes de começar um capítulo novo, é preciso terminar o antigo: diga a si mesmo que o que passou, jamais voltará!&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se de que houve uma época em que podia viver sem aquilo, sem aquela pessoa - nada é insubstituível, um hábito não é uma necessidade.&lt;br /&gt;Pode parecer óbvio, pode mesmo ser difícil, mas é muito importante.&lt;br /&gt;Encerrando ciclos. Não por causa do orgulho, por incapacidade, ou por soberba, mas porque simplesmente aquilo já não se encaixa mais na sua vida. Feche a porta, mude o disco, limpe a casa, sacuda a poeira. Deixe de ser quem era, e se transforme em quem é. Torna-te uma pessoa melhor e assegura-te de que sabes bem quem és tu próprio, antes de conheceres alguém e de esperares que ele veja quem tu és...&lt;br /&gt;E lembra-te:&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que chega, chega sempre por alguma razão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Pessoa.&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/1538866412706100288-7773435030495903559?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/7773435030495903559/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=7773435030495903559&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/7773435030495903559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/7773435030495903559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-que-passou-jamais-voltara.html' title='... o que passou, jamais voltará!'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SxUDydpWSQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/DTEIC2HJPJ8/s72-c/2372169300_4efbe8cfbd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-7577156583673989495</id><published>2009-11-30T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T17:41:34.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases...E Mais Frases... =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SxOrJ9Ors_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/MPxBTp7y_Lw/s1600/cora-coralina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409855764945417202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SxOrJ9Ors_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/MPxBTp7y_Lw/s320/cora-coralina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Cora Coralina, pseudônimo de Ana Lins dos Guimarães Peixoto Bretas (1889 - 1985) foi uma poeta goiana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;Nada do que vivemos tem sentido, se não tocarmos o coração das pessoas". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"...Eu sou aquela mulher que fez a escalada da montanha da vida, removendo pedras e plantando flores".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"...Todos estamos matriculados na escola da vida, onde o mestre é o tempo".&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/1538866412706100288-7577156583673989495?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/7577156583673989495/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=7577156583673989495&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/7577156583673989495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/7577156583673989495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/11/frasese-mais-frases-d.html' title='Frases...E Mais Frases... =D'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SxOrJ9Ors_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/MPxBTp7y_Lw/s72-c/cora-coralina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-5051052564341053899</id><published>2009-11-27T05:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T05:55:41.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abraços...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/Sw_aKyW2DxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qiWvrMlpZIo/s1600/Abra%25C3%25A7o1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408781556346392338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/Sw_aKyW2DxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qiWvrMlpZIo/s320/Abra%25C3%25A7o1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Que invejinha dessa foto! =/&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/1538866412706100288-5051052564341053899?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/5051052564341053899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=5051052564341053899&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/5051052564341053899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/5051052564341053899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/11/abracos.html' title='Abraços...'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/Sw_aKyW2DxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qiWvrMlpZIo/s72-c/Abra%25C3%25A7o1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-6685809158525985608</id><published>2009-11-27T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T06:44:56.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu não existo sem você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/Sw_lyWFm9qI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZnoFpJCvyoU/s1600/nota-musical1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408794330580580002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/Sw_lyWFm9qI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZnoFpJCvyoU/s320/nota-musical1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Tom Jobin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Composição: Antonio Carlos Jobim / Vinicius de Moraes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei e você sabe, já que a vida quis assim&lt;br /&gt;Que nada nesse mundo levará você de mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei e você sabe que a distância não existe&lt;br /&gt;Que todo grande amor&lt;br /&gt;Só é bem grande se for triste&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Não tenha medo de sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Que todos os caminhos me encaminham pra você&lt;br /&gt;Assim como o oceano&lt;br /&gt;Só é belo com luar&lt;br /&gt;Assim como a canção&lt;br /&gt;Só tem razão se se cantar&lt;br /&gt;Assim como uma nuvem&lt;br /&gt;Só acontece se chover&lt;br /&gt;Assim como o poeta&lt;br /&gt;Só é grande se sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Assim como viver&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter amor não é viver&lt;br /&gt;Não há você sem mim&lt;br /&gt;E eu não existo sem você&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/1538866412706100288-6685809158525985608?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/6685809158525985608/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=6685809158525985608&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/6685809158525985608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/6685809158525985608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/11/eu-nao-existo-sem-voce.html' title='Eu não existo sem você'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/Sw_lyWFm9qI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZnoFpJCvyoU/s72-c/nota-musical1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-1439492607349399674</id><published>2009-11-27T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T04:59:32.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases...E...Mais Frases =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/Sw_M4kMTSRI/AAAAAAAAAIs/zOpghNZeyQ4/s1600/Florbela_Espanca_by_bottelho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408766949655267602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/Sw_M4kMTSRI/AAAAAAAAAIs/zOpghNZeyQ4/s320/Florbela_Espanca_by_bottelho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Florbela Espanca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Batizada Flor Bela Lobo (Vila Viçosa, Portugal; 8 de dezembro de 1894 — Foz do Douro, 8 de dezembro de 1930), foi uma poeta portuguesa. Precursora do movimento feminista em Portugal.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"A vida é sempre a mesma para todos: rede de ilusões e desenganos. O quadro é único, a moldura é que é diferente."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Quem disser que pode amar alguém durante a vida inteira é porque mente."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; és sequer a razão de meu viver, pois que tu és já toda a minha vida".&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/1538866412706100288-1439492607349399674?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/1439492607349399674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=1439492607349399674&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/1439492607349399674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/1439492607349399674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/11/frasesemais-frases-d.html' title='Frases...E...Mais Frases =D'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/Sw_M4kMTSRI/AAAAAAAAAIs/zOpghNZeyQ4/s72-c/Florbela_Espanca_by_bottelho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-8985331101954919853</id><published>2009-11-23T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T07:00:07.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rifa-se um coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SwqiUmCROxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6fUZzfH7oJs/s1600/72839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407312777302850322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SwqiUmCROxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6fUZzfH7oJs/s320/72839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Rifa-se um coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Rifa-se um coração quase novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Um coração idealista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Um coração como poucos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Um coração à moda antiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Um coração moleque que insiste em pregar peças no seu usuário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Rifa-se um coração que na realidade está um pouco usado, meio calejado, muito machucado e que teima em alimentar sonhos e, cultivar ilusões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Um pouco inconseqüente que nunca desiste de acreditar nas pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Um leviano e precipitado coração que acha que Tim Maia estava certo quando escreveu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"...não quero dinheiro, eu quero amor sincero, é isso que eu espero...".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Um idealista...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Um verdadeiro sonhador...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Rifa-se um coração que nunca aprende.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Que não endurece, e mantém sempre viva a esperança de ser feliz, sendo simples e natural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Um coração insensato que comanda o racional sendo louco o suficiente para se apaixonar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Um furioso suicida que vive procurando relações e emoções verdadeiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Rifa-se um coração que insiste em cometer sempre os mesmos erros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Esse coração que erra, briga, se expõe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Perde o juízo por completo em nome de causas e paixões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sai do sério e, às vezes revê suas posições arrependido de palavras e gestos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Este coração tantas vezes incompreendido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Tantas vezes provocado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Tantas vezes impulsivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Rifa-se este desequilibrado emocional que abre sorrisos tão largos que quase dá pra engolir as orelhas, mas que também arranca lágrimas e faz murchar o rosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Um coração para ser alugado,ou mesmo utilizado por quem gosta de emoções fortes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Um órgão abestado indicado apenas para quem quer viver intensamente contra indicado para os que apenas pretendem passar pela vida matando o tempo, defendendo-se das emoções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Rifa-se um coração tão inocente que se mostra sem armaduras e deixa louco o seu usuário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Um coração que quando parar de bater ouvirá o seu usuário dizer para São Pedro na hora da prestação de contas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"O Senhor pode conferir. Eu fiz tudo certo, só errei quando coloquei sentimento. Só fiz bobagens e me dei mal quando ouvi este louco coração de criançaque insiste em não endurecer e, se recusa a envelhecer".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Rifa-se um coração, ou mesmo troca-se por outro que tenha um pouco mais de juízo.Um órgão mais fiel ao seu usuário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Um amigo do peito que não maltrate tanto o ser que o abriga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Um coração que não seja tão inconseqüente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Rifa-se um coração cego, surdo e mudo, mas que incomoda um bocado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Um verdadeiro caçador de aventuras que ainda não foi adotado, provavelmente, por se recusar a cultivar ares selvagens ou racionais, por não querer perder o estilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Oferece-se um coração vadio, sem raça, sem pedigree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Um simples coração humano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Um impulsivo membro de comportamento até meio ultrapassado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Um modelo cheio de defeitos que, mesmo estando fora do mercado, faz questão de não se modernizar, mas vez por outra, constrange o corpo que o domina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Um velho coração que convence seu usuário a publicar seus segredose a ter a petulância de se aventurar como poeta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;(Clarice Lispector)&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/1538866412706100288-8985331101954919853?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8985331101954919853/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=8985331101954919853&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/8985331101954919853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/8985331101954919853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/11/rifa-se-um-coracao.html' title='Rifa-se um coração'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SwqiUmCROxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6fUZzfH7oJs/s72-c/72839.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-7218700082404877503</id><published>2009-11-03T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T05:03:34.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu quero alguém especial em minha vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SvBMAAwhBCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/oR_Zg449fsM/s1600-h/MaosDadasComFlor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399899516304426018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SvBMAAwhBCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/oR_Zg449fsM/s320/MaosDadasComFlor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Alguém que me olhe nos olhos quando falar comigo... Que antes de dormir, pense em mim quando eu estiver ausente e quase não consiga pegar no sono. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Quero alguém que não me deixe ir, quando por medo, eu tente fugir do amor. Alguém que me convença de que vale a pena se entregar. Eu quero alguém que me veja como único ser que deseja... Que goste das minhas palhaçadas e que ria delas comigo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Quero alguém que me toque sempre como se fosse a última vez, mas que nunca pense que é a última... Alguém que me leve café na cama, mas não sempre, para assim eu ter a oportunidade de surpreender também... Alguém que não acredite que já conquistou tudo em mim... Mas que se dedique a me conquistar um pouco a cada dia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Alguém que me dê pequeninos presentes, mesmo que sejam um simples bombom, não importa! Que me mande um cartão, um torpedinho no celular, um email ou faça uma surpresa, sem precisar esperar uma data especial alguma, simplesmente porque lembrou de mim com carinho.&lt;br /&gt;Quero alguém que alugue filmes ou compre um disco ou livro para ver, ouvir ou ler comigo só para ficarmos juntos! Eu quero alguém que me beije extrapolando o simples verbo beijar...&lt;br /&gt;Quero alguém que queira ficar nu comigo porque sentir pele na pele é a melhor coisa do mundo, e não apenas para ter sexo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Quero alguém que faça amor comigo sempre como se fosse a primeira vez e como também fosse a última... Que ache uma delícia me ver sorrindo. Alguém que me faça rir quando eu estiver triste ou abatida e que não me deixe desanimar, nem lamentar perdas ou fracassos eventuais...&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que programe de vez em quando os nossos fins de semana, os nossos feriados ou férias... Que me chame para jantar, nem que seja em casa mesmo, nem que seja um simples “miojo”...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Quero alguém que acredite em mim, me dê força, que me ache a pessoa mais corajosa do mundo, mesmo que eu não seja! Alguém que me admire e que me diga isso, nem que seja num olhar ou num gesto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Quero alguém que me acorde no meio da madrugada me beijando, acariciando e que deseje fazer amor comigo até o dia despertar... Alguém que brinque com o meu cabelo e que me faça cafuné na hora de dormir... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Quero alguém que admita que precisa de cuidados, que me peça massagem nas costas ou carinho quando sentir vontade. Alguém que sinta ciúmes, mesmo que seja pouquinho, só porque tem medo de me perder... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Quero alguém que goste de jogar comigo, dama, dominó, ou até mesmo travesseiros... Alguém que me abrace, me beije e me toque, sem sentir vergonha e na frente de um milhão de pessoas...&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que abra os braços quando se encontrar comigo, mesmo que a gente tenha se separado há apenas uma hora... Que se despeça de mim mesmo com um beijo ou carinho mesmo que seja para ir comprar pão na padaria... Que escreva bilhetes de amor e coloque nos lugares mais inesperados só para eu achar e me sentir amada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Quero alguém que me pergunte como foi o meu dia e que me fale como foi o seu e que me envolva naturalmente nas coisas que faz e as queira compartilhar comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que seja capaz de pedir desculpas quando reconhecer que errou e que também que seja capaz de perdoar os meus erros. Que me chame para dançar juntinho lá no meio da sala com aquele som bem baixinho, as canções que mais gostar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Quero alguém para conversar comigo sobre qualquer coisa, mesmo que seja sobre a quadratura do ovo, o sexo dos anjos gnomos ou a vida em Plutão e os discos voadores...&lt;br /&gt;Que seja capaz de falar de coisas profundas ou conversar abobrinhas, sem preocupação de quem está certo ou errado... Só pela companhia um do outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Quero alguém que não durma enquanto eu não chegar... Que me ligue sem se sentir obrigada, mas que diga "obrigada" por eu existir, sempre que sentir isso.&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que cuide de mim, das minhas coisas, das nossas coisas, simplesmente porque se sente feliz com estas atitudes,e nunca por qualquer obrigação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Quero alguém que ande de mãos dadas comigo, morrendo de orgulho (sempre)... Alguém que me aperte para me esquentar naquele frio... Alguém que faça o melhor amor do mundo a cada noite, a qualquer hora, mesmo que esse amor seja apenas ficar abraçadinho comigo e me fazendo carinho no rosto... ou me dizendo coisas que me façam sentir a mulher mais especial do mundo...E que não queira que essa momento acabe nunca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Quero alguém que se lembre da primeira palavra que eu disse quando me conheceu... Que roube a minha foto 3x4 na carteira, mesmo depois de estarmos juntos há muitos anos. Alguém que goste das coisas simples da vida: uma canção que fale de amor, uma flor, uma borboleta, o vento, o pôr-do-sol, o mar, uma árvore frondosa sem folhas, a própria vida... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Alguém que acredite que a vida tenha nos unido para que possamos fazer o outro se sentir ainda mais feliz!Enfim, eu quero alguém que valorize cada ruga que surgir no meu rosto... Alguém que não esqueça dos olhares e sentimentos que nos aproximaram... E que não esqueça que não foram os nossos corpos que se apaixonaram apenas, mas também os nossos corações que conseguiram enxergar além do que os olhos se limitam a ver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Eu quero alguém para chamar de “meu homem”, não pelo sentimento de posse, mas pela certeza de que ele é o meu amor, mesmo depois de ter partido quando chegar à hora...&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero a sorte de ter alguém assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;E você, também quer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;(Mathias Gonzalez).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-7218700082404877503?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/7218700082404877503/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=7218700082404877503&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/7218700082404877503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/7218700082404877503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/11/eu-quero-alguem-especial-em-minha-vida.html' title='Eu quero alguém especial em minha vida...'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SvBMAAwhBCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/oR_Zg449fsM/s72-c/MaosDadasComFlor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-3126049961044658646</id><published>2009-10-27T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T10:51:17.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para viver um grande amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SuiC7gAAAvI/AAAAAAAAAIM/AONr2evi95k/s1600-h/coracao-na-mao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397708112117367538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SuiC7gAAAvI/AAAAAAAAAIM/AONr2evi95k/s320/coracao-na-mao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"É preciso abrir todas as portas que fecham seu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Quebrar barreiras construídas ao longo do tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;por amores do passado que foram em vão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;PARA VIVER UM GRANDE AMOR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;É preciso muita renúncia em ser e mudança no pensar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;É não esquecer que ninguém vem perfeito para nós!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;É preciso ver o outro com os olhos da alma e se deixar cativar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;PARA VIVER UM GRANDE AMOR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;É preciso renunciar ao que não agrada ao seu amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;para que se moldem um ao outro como se molda uma escultura...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;aparando as arestas que podem machucar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;É como lapidar um diamante bruto... para fazê-lo brilhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;E quando decidir que chegou a sua hora de amar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;lembre-se que é preciso haver identificação de almas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;De gostos, de gestos, de pele no modo de sentir e pensar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;PARA VIVER UM GRANDE AMOR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;É preciso ver a luz iluminar sua aura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;dando uma chance para que o amor te encontre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Na suavidade morna de uma noite calma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;É preciso se entregar de corpo e alma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;PARA VIVER UM GRANDE AMOR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;É preciso ter dentro do coração um sonho:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;que se acalenta no desejo de amar e ser amada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;É preciso conhecer no outro o ser tão procurado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;PARA VIVER UM GRANDE AMOR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;É preciso conquistar e se deixar seduzir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;entrar no jogo da sedução e deixar fluir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Amar com emoção para saber sentir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;a sensação do momento em que o amor te devora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;E quando você estiver vivendo no clímax dessa paixão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;que sinta que essa foi a melhor de suas escolhas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Que foi seu grande desafio... e o passo mais acertado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;de todos os caminhos de sua vida trilhado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Mas se assim não for...que nunca te arrependas pelo amor dado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;PARA VIVER UM GRANDE AMOR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Faz parte da vida arriscar-se por um sonho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;por que se não fosse assim nunca teríamos sonhado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Mas antes de tudo, que você saiba que tem um aliado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ele se chama TEMPO...seu melhor amigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Só ele pode dar todas as certezas do amanhã...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A certeza que...Realmente você amou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A certeza que...Realmente você foi amado". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-3126049961044658646?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/3126049961044658646/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=3126049961044658646&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/3126049961044658646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/3126049961044658646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/10/para-viver-um-grande-amor.html' title='Para viver um grande amor...'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SuiC7gAAAvI/AAAAAAAAAIM/AONr2evi95k/s72-c/coracao-na-mao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-7249587863701726085</id><published>2009-10-22T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T12:53:48.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dançe Tua Vida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SuCYTWP_YWI/AAAAAAAAAIE/WOasetTCRgc/s1600-h/bale-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395479811747438946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SuCYTWP_YWI/AAAAAAAAAIE/WOasetTCRgc/s320/bale-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Faça um palco da tua vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Monte um cenário das tuas lembranças e começe a dançar no teu silêncio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Continue dançando em cima das tuas lágrimas, até mesmo pelo amor que te fugiu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Dance sozinho aos passos dos teus dissabores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Faça um gesto, invente um passo, conforme a música que se encontra dentro de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Dance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Dance agora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Dance tua liberdade dentro da tua loucura...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Dance tua vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sei que a cada dia tu podes inventar uma nova canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;E a cada dia tu podes te levantar sozinho e dançar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Faz da tua vida uma dança sob as luzes imaginárias de brilho intenso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Com o mesmo brilho do sol que você pensa não existir!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Nathally Amisse&lt;a 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href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/10/dance-tua-vida.html' title='Dançe Tua Vida!'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SuCYTWP_YWI/AAAAAAAAAIE/WOasetTCRgc/s72-c/bale-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-3637123431731283028</id><published>2009-10-22T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T06:21:33.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O que foi, já foi... Passou! Passado!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SuBMXmGQfhI/AAAAAAAAAH8/0gfPpEki4gY/s1600-h/Futuro,_passado,_presente%5B1%5D_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395396321837350418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SuBMXmGQfhI/AAAAAAAAAH8/0gfPpEki4gY/s320/Futuro,_passado,_presente%5B1%5D_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Eu amo tudo o que foi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Tudo o que já não é,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A dor que já me não dói,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A antiga e errônea fé,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;O ontem que dor deixou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;O que deixou alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Só porque foi, e voou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;E hoje é já outro dia." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-3637123431731283028?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/3637123431731283028/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=3637123431731283028&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/3637123431731283028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/3637123431731283028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-que-foi-ja-foi-passou-passado.html' title='O que foi, já foi... Passou! Passado!'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SuBMXmGQfhI/AAAAAAAAAH8/0gfPpEki4gY/s72-c/Futuro,_passado,_presente%5B1%5D_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-8646078002806847596</id><published>2009-10-22T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T04:49:55.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>desordem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SuBGmBQSpsI/AAAAAAAAAH0/eH-TB1XdML4/s1600-h/medo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395389972575594178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SuBGmBQSpsI/AAAAAAAAAH0/eH-TB1XdML4/s320/medo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"...estou procurando, estou procurando. Estou tentando me entender. Tentando dar a alguém o que vivi e não sei a quem, mas não quero ficar com o que vivi. Não sei o que fazer do que vivi, tenho medo dessa desorganização profunda."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Clarice Lispector.&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/1538866412706100288-8646078002806847596?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8646078002806847596/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=8646078002806847596&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/8646078002806847596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/8646078002806847596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/10/desordem.html' title='desordem...'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SuBGmBQSpsI/AAAAAAAAAH0/eH-TB1XdML4/s72-c/medo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-2470723589010205264</id><published>2009-10-14T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T13:36:22.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperança...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/StY1pSCjPPI/AAAAAAAAAHs/S9-l5l4FbnY/s1600-h/asabedoria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392556587156192498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/StY1pSCjPPI/AAAAAAAAAHs/S9-l5l4FbnY/s320/asabedoria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Esperança: uma luz no fim do túnel&lt;br /&gt;Calmaria bem em meio à turbulência&lt;br /&gt;Sábia bússola que a cada um norteia&lt;br /&gt;Ao rumo certo, em direção à vitória&lt;br /&gt;Sobre todos os percalços da existência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal como a fé, a esperança vem do amor&lt;br /&gt;E vai brotando no interior de cada ser,&lt;br /&gt;Através dela a vida é vista com outros olhos&lt;br /&gt;Convertendo a treva em luminosidade&lt;br /&gt;Vislumbrando sempre um novo amanhecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A esperança é quietação, é uma virtude...&lt;br /&gt;Força divina que chega e nos impulsiona&lt;br /&gt;Frente aos muitos contratempos desta vida,&lt;br /&gt;Tribulações que sempre nos desafiam&lt;br /&gt;E de forma inesperada vêm à tona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperança: uma estrela solitária&lt;br /&gt;Despontando em noite turva e nevoenta&lt;br /&gt;Força latente que nos move e nos renova;&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo nos parece estar perdido&lt;br /&gt;De repente ela emerge e nos alenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperança: chama acesa que irradia&lt;br /&gt;De dentro do nosso ser interior&lt;br /&gt;Envolvendo-nos em harmonia plena&lt;br /&gt;Extinguindo aos poucos a nocividade&lt;br /&gt;Do desespero, da amargura e da dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperança: impulsão que nos motiva&lt;br /&gt;Vinda do âmago, quase despercebida,&lt;br /&gt;Esperança: irmã da fé, filha do amor...&lt;br /&gt;Belos, nobres e sublimes sentimentos,&lt;br /&gt;Alicerce imprescindível da vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lourdes Neves Cúrcio .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-2470723589010205264?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/2470723589010205264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=2470723589010205264&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/2470723589010205264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/2470723589010205264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/10/esperanca.html' title='Esperança...'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/StY1pSCjPPI/AAAAAAAAAHs/S9-l5l4FbnY/s72-c/asabedoria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-7444506119991947728</id><published>2009-10-13T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T10:11:28.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Onde?? Que lugar?? Não encontro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/StXsH1VVXoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/eV0sul2ZHNk/s1600-h/MS2%255COnde%255Cfoto3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392475748165836418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/StXsH1VVXoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/eV0sul2ZHNk/s320/MS2%255COnde%255Cfoto3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/StS_5s1RiOI/AAAAAAAAAHc/_D7NvjlCyRs/s1600-h/MS2%255COnde%255Cfoto3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... Onde andará o meu amor? Onde? Onde? Cadê?? rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, eu não estou desesperada... Até porque não quero apenas momentos. Nada de “Amor de momento”... (Mas vem cá, será que isso existe? Bom, sei lá...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero um amor que me complete sabe?? ...&lt;br /&gt;Que doa seu coração sem receio, e que bata no mesmo ritmo que o meu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero alguém...&lt;br /&gt;Alguém especial, porém real... Até simples eu diria...&lt;br /&gt;Que me faça rir...&lt;br /&gt;Que ceda seu ombro pra chorar em dias de tristeza...&lt;br /&gt;Que me conforte e me anime...&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que compreenda o meu silêncio...&lt;br /&gt;Que me ligue de madrugada para perguntar se estou bem...&lt;br /&gt;Que se importe verdadeiramente comigo...&lt;br /&gt;Que me escute, que me toque, que me sinta...&lt;br /&gt;Quero alguém que esteja disposto a compartilhar sorrisos, abraços e até o meu chocolate! rs.&lt;br /&gt;Que me faça sentir-me segura, desejada, aliás, EXTREMAMENTE DESEJADA...&lt;br /&gt;Que me dê broncas e diga que estou errada...&lt;br /&gt;Que me leve uma flor apanhada no jardim da vizinha...&lt;br /&gt;Que chegue todo arrumado para me ver, mesmo que for só para ver TV ao meu lado!&lt;br /&gt;Alguém imprevisível sabe?? Um tanto doidinho, porém responsável!&lt;br /&gt;Que curta o sol a chuva, o frio o calor... Tudo! Primavera, verão, outono e inverno...&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que ame a vida...&lt;br /&gt;Alguém interessante...&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que queira amar... Cadê você???&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que ele está exatamente no mesmo lugar que eu agora, pensando as mesmas coisas, desejando ter alguém também... Até ele chegar, fico com a solidão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só sim, mas nunca sozinha... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“... Que minha solidão me sirva de companhia. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;que eu tenha a coragem de me enfrentar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;que eu saiba ficar com o nada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;e mesmo assim me sentir como se estivesse plena de tudo.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarice Lispector.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-7444506119991947728?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/7444506119991947728/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=7444506119991947728&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/7444506119991947728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/7444506119991947728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/10/onde-que-lugar-nao-encontro.html' title='Onde?? Que lugar?? Não encontro...'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/StXsH1VVXoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/eV0sul2ZHNk/s72-c/MS2%255COnde%255Cfoto3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-4935264164363097628</id><published>2009-09-30T05:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T06:01:42.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Retrato fiel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SsNWHt9m4EI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Ia8ZYStlxJo/s1600-h/auto-retrato_pq2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387244269862314050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SsNWHt9m4EI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Ia8ZYStlxJo/s320/auto-retrato_pq2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Não creias nos meus retratos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;nenhum deles me revela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ai, não me julgues assim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Minha cara verdadeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;fugiu às penas do corpo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ficou isenta da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Toda minha faceiricee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;minha vaidade toda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;estão na sonora face;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;naquela que não foi vista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;e que paira, levitando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;em meio a um mundo de cegos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Os meus retratos são vários&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;e neles não terás nunca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;o meu rosto de poesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Não olhes os meus retratos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;nem me suponhas em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://frasesreunidas.blogspot.com/2006/10/gilka-machado.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gilka Machado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-4935264164363097628?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/4935264164363097628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=4935264164363097628&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/4935264164363097628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/4935264164363097628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-retrato-fiel.html' title='O Retrato fiel...'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SsNWHt9m4EI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Ia8ZYStlxJo/s72-c/auto-retrato_pq2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-541378260972636833</id><published>2009-09-25T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T10:46:50.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nem tudo é fácil...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/Srz-tlwfKyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/M2dWYr1euwg/s1600-h/sonhando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385459313611320098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/Srz-tlwfKyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/M2dWYr1euwg/s320/sonhando.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;É difícil fazer alguém feliz, assim como é fácil fazer triste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;É difícil dizer eu te amo, assim como é fácil não dizer nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;É difícil valorizar um amor, assim como é fácil perdê-lo para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;É difícil agradecer pelo dia de hoje, assim como é fácil viver mais um dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;É difícil enxergar o que a vida traz de bom, assim como é fácil fechar os olhos e atravessar a rua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;É difícil se convencer de que se é feliz, assim como é fácil achar que sempre falta algo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;É difícil fazer alguém sorrir, assim como é fácil fazer chorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;É difícil colocar-se no lugar de alguém, assim como é fácil olhar para o próprio umbigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Se você errou, peça desculpas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;É difícil pedir perdão? Mas quem disse que é fácil ser perdoado?&lt;br /&gt;Se alguém errou com você, perdoa-o...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;É difícil perdoar? Mas quem disse que é fácil se arrepender?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Se você sente algo, diga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;É difícil se abrir? Mas quem disse que é fácil encontrar alguém que queira&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;escutar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Se alguém reclama de você, ouça...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;É difícil ouvir certas coisas? Mas quem disse que é fácil ouvir você?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Se alguém te ama, ame-o...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;É difícil entregar-se? Mas quem disse que é fácil ser feliz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nem tudo é fácil na vida... Mas, com certeza, nada é impossível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Precisamos acreditar, ter fé e lutar para que não apenas sonhemos, mas também tornemos todos esses desejos, realidade!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.luso-poemas.net/modules/news03/index.php?storytopic=9"&gt;Cecília Meireles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-541378260972636833?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/541378260972636833/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=541378260972636833&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/541378260972636833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/541378260972636833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/09/nem-tudo-e-facil.html' title='Nem tudo é fácil...'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/Srz-tlwfKyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/M2dWYr1euwg/s72-c/sonhando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-5655340321403705420</id><published>2009-09-25T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T07:17:52.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Os versos mais tristes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SrzHDVl2akI/AAAAAAAAAG8/gE_A0LLUCMM/s1600-h/papel_e_caneta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385398114577705538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SrzHDVl2akI/AAAAAAAAAG8/gE_A0LLUCMM/s320/papel_e_caneta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Posso escrever os versos mais tristes esta noite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Escrever, por exemplo: "A noite está estrelada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;e tiritam, azuis, os astros lá ao longe". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;O vento da noite gira no céu e canta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso escrever os versos mais tristes esta noite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Eu amei-a e por vezes ela também me amou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Em noites como esta tive-a em meus braços. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Beijei-a tantas vezes sob o céu infinito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ela amou-me, por vezes eu também a amava. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Como não ter amado os seus grandes olhos fixos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Posso escrever os versos mais tristes esta noite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Pensar que não a tenho. Sentir que já a perdi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ouvir a noite imensa, mais imensa sem ela. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;E o verso cai na alma como no pasto o orvalho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Importa lá que o meu amor não pudesse guardá-la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A noite está estrelada e ela não está comigo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Isso é tudo. Ao longe alguém canta. Ao longe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A minha alma não se contenta com havê-la perdido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Como para chegá-la a mim o meu olhar procura-a. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;O meu coração procura-a, ela não está comigo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A mesma noite que faz branquejar as mesmas árvores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Nós dois, os de então, já não somos os mesmos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Já não a amo, é verdade, mas tanto que a amei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Esta voz buscava o vento para tocar-lhe o ouvido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;De outro. Será de outro. Como antes dos meus beijos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A voz, o corpo claro. Os seus olhos infinitos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Já não a amo, é verdade, mas talvez a ame ainda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;É tão curto o amor, tão longo o esquecimento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Porque em noites como esta tive-a em meus braços, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;a minha alma não se contenta por havê-la perdido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Embora seja a última dor que ela me causa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;e estes sejam os últimos versos que lhe escrevo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.luso-poemas.net/modules/news03/index.php?storytopic=16"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-5655340321403705420?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/5655340321403705420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=5655340321403705420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/5655340321403705420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/5655340321403705420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/09/os-versos-mais-tristes.html' title='Os versos mais tristes...'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SrzHDVl2akI/AAAAAAAAAG8/gE_A0LLUCMM/s72-c/papel_e_caneta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-8332948067124241481</id><published>2009-09-25T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T07:20:00.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Novos casos de amor, novos enganos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/Sry8ooA7e9I/AAAAAAAAAG0/bMfvUd-pcIM/s1600-h/coracao_partido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385386660550376402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/Sry8ooA7e9I/AAAAAAAAAG0/bMfvUd-pcIM/s320/coracao_partido.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Novos casos de Amor, novos enganos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;envoltos em lisonjas conhecidas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;do bem promessas falsas e escondidas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;onde do mal se cumprem grandes danos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como não tomais já por desenganos tantos ais, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;tantas lágrimas perdidas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;pois em a vida não basta nem mil vidas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;a tantos dias tristes, tantos anos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um novo coração mister havia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;com outros olhos menos agravados &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;para tornar a crer o que eu não cria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andais comigo, enganos, enganados; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;e se o quiserdes ver, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;cuidai um dia o que se diz dos bem acutilados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.luso-poemas.net/modules/news03/index.php?storytopic=14"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Luís de Camões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-8332948067124241481?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8332948067124241481/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=8332948067124241481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/8332948067124241481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/8332948067124241481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/09/novos-casos-de-amor-novos-enganos.html' title='Novos casos de amor, novos enganos...'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/Sry8ooA7e9I/AAAAAAAAAG0/bMfvUd-pcIM/s72-c/coracao_partido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-3574441058500656778</id><published>2009-09-21T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T10:02:46.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre certos momentos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SrexXa76TpI/AAAAAAAAAGU/aJbLVSdLEi8/s1600-h/momentos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383966895470431890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SrexXa76TpI/AAAAAAAAAGU/aJbLVSdLEi8/s320/momentos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;“As coisas que não conseguem ser olvidadas continuam acontecendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimo-las como da primeira vez, sentimo-las fora do tempo, nesse mundo do sempre onde as datas não datam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só no mundo do nunca existem lápides… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que importa se __depois de tudo__tenha “ela(e)” partido, casado, mudado, sumido, esquecido,enganado, ou que quer que te haja feito, em suma? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiveste uma parte da sua vida que foi só tua e, esta, ela(e) jamais a poderá passar de ti para ninguém. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há bens inalienáveis, há certos momentos que, ao contrário do que pensas, fazem parte da tua vida presente e não do teu passado.&lt;br /&gt;E abrem-se no teu sorriso mesmo quando, deslembrado deles, estiveres sorrindo a outras coisas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, nem queiras saber o quanto deves à ingrata criatura… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thing of beauty is a joy for ever disse, há cento e muitos anos, um poeta inglês que não conseguiu morrer.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mário Quintana&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/1538866412706100288-3574441058500656778?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/3574441058500656778/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=3574441058500656778&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/3574441058500656778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/3574441058500656778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/09/sobre-certos-momentos.html' title='Sobre certos momentos...'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SrexXa76TpI/AAAAAAAAAGU/aJbLVSdLEi8/s72-c/momentos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-6096413153723162437</id><published>2009-09-21T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T09:03:27.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sim!!! Eu AINDA tenho sentimentos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/Srejgl1_wCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/DrhhfmzN9bY/s1600-h/dicas-amor-2adez08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383951659854446626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/Srejgl1_wCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/DrhhfmzN9bY/s320/dicas-amor-2adez08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Fatos da vida não mudaram o meu ser, apenas meu modo de olhar para o mundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei mais forte, mais seletiva, mais mulher, mais viva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi, aprendo, aprenderei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o tempo, vivendo, podemos nos tornar apáticos, mas a verdade é que descobrimos que quanto mais sofremos, mais desejamos o amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felizmente descobrimos que podemos viver uma vida ainda mais linda do que a que tínhamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim... Eu mudei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas meu coração continua aqui, querendo deixar de lado a dor... Querendo incansavelmente um verdadeiro amor... Porque apenas uma coisa pode tornar uma alma completa... E esta coisa é o amor ♥&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/1538866412706100288-6096413153723162437?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/6096413153723162437/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=6096413153723162437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/6096413153723162437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/6096413153723162437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/09/sim-eu-ainda-tenho-sentimentos.html' title='Sim!!! Eu AINDA tenho sentimentos...'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/Srejgl1_wCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/DrhhfmzN9bY/s72-c/dicas-amor-2adez08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-2383898589998379166</id><published>2009-09-21T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T07:59:56.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ação, sempre!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SreUkpH7-EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-zmNwE8li40/s1600-h/Tunel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383935236780062786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SreUkpH7-EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-zmNwE8li40/s320/Tunel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Quantos problemas você tem? Consegue responder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São muitos não? Mas e as alegrias?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se problemas são momentâneos, já as alegrias podem e devem perpetuar para todo sempre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conte suas bênçãos, não os seus problemas. Você os superará, venha o que vier... Afinal, dentro de cada um de nós há muitas respostas, basta compreender, ter coragem e agir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não espere a luz aparecer no fim do túnel, caminhe até lá e acenda a tal coisa você mesmo." (Sara Henderson)&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/1538866412706100288-2383898589998379166?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/2383898589998379166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=2383898589998379166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/2383898589998379166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/2383898589998379166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/09/acao-sempre.html' title='Ação, sempre!'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SreUkpH7-EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-zmNwE8li40/s72-c/Tunel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-2974965140241074809</id><published>2009-09-21T07:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T07:23:52.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Despertar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SreMBUB6E-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/aTmB67OZDwY/s1600-h/despertar-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383925833729184738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SreMBUB6E-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/aTmB67OZDwY/s320/despertar-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Existem momentos em nossa vida que despertamos para o mundo... &lt;br /&gt;Abrimos os olhos com ambição, é uma força gigantesca que nos toma... Uma expectativa esperançosa de viver, de descobrir e desvendar o universo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegou à temporada de ser, estar, existir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É lindo o despertar para a existência!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desfrute! Sinta! Viva... Intensamente o seu amanhecer!&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/1538866412706100288-2974965140241074809?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/2974965140241074809/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=2974965140241074809&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/2974965140241074809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/2974965140241074809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/09/despertar.html' title='Despertar...'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SreMBUB6E-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/aTmB67OZDwY/s72-c/despertar-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-4275924630343894448</id><published>2009-08-26T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T08:38:05.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proibido, proibido... Proibidíssimo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SpVVzap2hPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/bkKL88MQ7Fo/s1600-h/proibido-chorar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374296072153105650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SpVVzap2hPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/bkKL88MQ7Fo/s320/proibido-chorar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SpVVjjCOq-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/Tyuy8suajD4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;É Proibido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;É proibido chorar sem aprender;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Levantar-se um dia sem saber o que fazer;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ter medo de suas lembranças...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;É proibido não rir dos problemas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Não lutar pelo que se quer;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Abandonar tudo por medo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Não transformar sonhos em realidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;É proibido não demonstrar amor;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Fazer com que alguém pague por tuas dúvidas e mau-humor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;É proibido deixar os amigos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Não tentar compreender o que viveram juntos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Chamá-los somente quando necessita deles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;É proibido não ser você mesmo diante das pessoas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Fingir que elas não te importam;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ser gentil só para que se lembrem de você;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Esquecer aqueles que gostam de você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;É proibido não fazer as coisas por si mesmo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Não crer em Deus e fazer seu destino;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ter medo da vida e de seus compromissos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Não viver cada dia como se fosse um último suspiro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;É proibido sentir saudades de alguém sem se alegrar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Esquecer seus olhos, seu sorriso, só porque seus caminhos se desencontraram;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Esquecer seu passado e pagá-lo com seu presente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;É proibido não tentar compreender as pessoas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Pensar que as vidas deles valem mais que a sua;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Não saber que cada um tem seu caminho e sua sorte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;É proibido não criar sua história;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Deixar de dar graças a Deus por sua vida;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Não ter um momento para quem necessita de você;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Não compreender que o que a vida te dá, também te tira...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;É proibido não buscar a felicidade;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Não viver sua vida com uma atitude positiva;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Não pensar que podemos ser melhores;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Não sentir que sem você este mundo não seria igual...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Pablo_Neruda/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-4275924630343894448?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/4275924630343894448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=4275924630343894448&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/4275924630343894448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/4275924630343894448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/08/proibido-proibido-proibidissimo.html' title='Proibido, proibido... Proibidíssimo!'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SpVVzap2hPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/bkKL88MQ7Fo/s72-c/proibido-chorar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-7520921663591119016</id><published>2009-08-26T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T07:19:36.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O amor é livre...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SpVDo9ZaZcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/0C5lLmG1Cw0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374276101291533762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SpVDo9ZaZcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/0C5lLmG1Cw0/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Muitas vezes confundimos que sentir amor por alguém é ter desamor a nós... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Dor, carência, angustia, melancolia... Seriam esses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; sintomas do amor? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Penso que esses sentimentos não podem estar ligados a essa sublime emoção... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;O amor é bonança...&lt;br /&gt;O amor é complacente...&lt;br /&gt;O amor se satisfaz com a existência e não necessariamente com a presença...&lt;br /&gt;Acima de tudo, o amor é livre...&lt;br /&gt;Sem amarrações, sem prisões... O amor é livre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;“No amor ninguém pode machucar ninguém; cada um é responsável por aquilo que sente e não podemos culpar o outro por isso... Já me senti ferida quando perdi o homem por quem me apaixonei... Hoje estou convencida de que ninguém perde ninguém, porque ninguém possui ninguém... Essa é a verdadeira experiência de ser livre: ter a coisa mais importante do mundo sem possuí-la...” - (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Paulo_Coelho/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-7520921663591119016?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/7520921663591119016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=7520921663591119016&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/7520921663591119016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/7520921663591119016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-amor-e-livre.html' title='O amor é livre...'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SpVDo9ZaZcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/0C5lLmG1Cw0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-8007903411054442804</id><published>2009-08-25T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T06:04:57.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>É preciso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SpPhLrU_ovI/AAAAAAAAAFU/I-sCR_tO4gY/s1600-h/gratid%25C3%25A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373886371108725490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SpPhLrU_ovI/AAAAAAAAAFU/I-sCR_tO4gY/s320/gratid%25C3%25A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"É preciso fazer da interrupção um caminho novo; fazer da queda, um passo de dança; do medo, uma escada; do sonho, uma ponte; da procura, um encontro" - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa - Poeta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-8007903411054442804?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8007903411054442804/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=8007903411054442804&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/8007903411054442804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/8007903411054442804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-preciso.html' title='É preciso...'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SpPhLrU_ovI/AAAAAAAAAFU/I-sCR_tO4gY/s72-c/gratid%25C3%25A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-3225531947289059371</id><published>2009-08-10T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:40:24.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Presentinho!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SoDjwVKY33I/AAAAAAAAAFM/OijQukonsyk/s1600-h/presente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368541175279574898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SoDjwVKY33I/AAAAAAAAAFM/OijQukonsyk/s320/presente.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ganhei Presente!!! Olhem só: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ec0f716286d73b5d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dec0f716286d73b5d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331259579%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D668D6A5401163C385329F66E59A6EB46A1EC50E1.3182798220A4A93341FAF8E10736725E739A31D5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dec0f716286d73b5d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgdmGfIHb65MttTzLQHqodF83UT4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dec0f716286d73b5d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331259579%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D668D6A5401163C385329F66E59A6EB46A1EC50E1.3182798220A4A93341FAF8E10736725E739A31D5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dec0f716286d73b5d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgdmGfIHb65MttTzLQHqodF83UT4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ebaaa!! Adoro presentes!!! Principalmente aqueles que tocam tanto o meu coração!!! S2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;O meu maior presente é ter pessoas tão especiais como vocês meus amigos!!! Como você, querido Dhé, que faz parte de minha vida, que me alegra e que contribui ativamente para minha felicidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Obrigada, obrigada e obrigada!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Abraços carinhosos! Fique sempre bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Me aguarde tá?? E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;m breve retribuo...&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/1538866412706100288-3225531947289059371?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ec0f716286d73b5d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/3225531947289059371/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=3225531947289059371&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/3225531947289059371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/3225531947289059371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/08/presentinho.html' title='Presentinho!!!'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SoDjwVKY33I/AAAAAAAAAFM/OijQukonsyk/s72-c/presente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-576328641343124410</id><published>2009-08-10T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:13:34.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anjo do Meu Ser...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SoDhXg2Lx0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/EbdW7CwNcvY/s1600-h/000000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368538549896070978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SoDhXg2Lx0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/EbdW7CwNcvY/s320/000000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hoje um anjo apareceu. Era tão incomum aquele ser... Sua face era dura, porém emanava afabilidade... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um anjo muito incomum, não que eu tenha conhecido tantos anjos, mas ele definitivamente não condizia com nada do que eu sempre idealizei sobre esses companheiros divinos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele não tinha asas, nem auréola, muito menos vestia branco... Suas vestes eram cinza e frias e até ausentes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assustada, perguntei-lhe por que viera me visitar? E sem mover um só músculo de sua face, virou-se e então uma lágrima brotou de seus olhos... Não o compreendia... Seu semblante era severo, intimidador e eu o temia... Questionava-me que esse ser não podia ser realmente um anjo, mas para provar o meu engano, como um passe de mágica, adormeci em seus braços e serenamente sonhei. Em meu sonho lá estava ele, mas desta vez seus adornos eram reluzentes, festejava com os seus e convidava-me com um belo sorriso a unir-se a eles. Eu tentava, tentava... Porém me parecia inalcançável e quanto mais eu persistia, mais provoca a dor. Estranho, mas não conseguia desistir, era uma força que proclamava paz e me atraia ainda mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando despertei ele ainda estava lá, já busquei-lhe a face em busca de seus sorriso, mas novamente seu semblante havia modificado, ou pior, havia voltado a ser triste e aflito, diante daquilo me senti tão impotente e inútil... Fraca e sem nenhuma resistência chorei e chorei, ele apenas pronunciou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Chamo-me Anjo do Seu Ser”...&lt;br /&gt;Se tu sofres, eu sofro...&lt;br /&gt;Se tu te alegras, eu me alegro...&lt;br /&gt;Se tu vives eu vivo... Mas estou sofrendo e pouco a pouco morrendo, te peço, socorra-me...&lt;br /&gt;Mostrei-te em quimera apenas o que está dentro de ti. Imploro-lhe... Venha para luz e me salve...”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-576328641343124410?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/576328641343124410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=576328641343124410&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/576328641343124410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/576328641343124410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/08/anjo-do-meu-ser.html' title='Anjo do Meu Ser...'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SoDhXg2Lx0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/EbdW7CwNcvY/s72-c/000000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-8630471957403874759</id><published>2009-08-10T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:14:17.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda, mas não mais...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SoDfpSZjtwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Qep2F7vPBYs/s1600-h/a_espera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368536656232298242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SoDfpSZjtwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Qep2F7vPBYs/s320/a_espera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu amor, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ainda olho pela janela e anseio sua vinda...&lt;br /&gt;Ainda ouço o som dos seus passos... A sua risada... A sua respiração...&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sinto o seu toque, ainda busco seu abraço...&lt;br /&gt;Ainda te chamo, ainda te amo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ainda o tenho aqui...&lt;br /&gt;Ainda o tenho aqui...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ainda te espero... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ainda te quero...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ainda o tenho aqui...&lt;br /&gt;Ainda o tenho aqui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda, mas eternamente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não mais... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lembra-te meu amor? O para sempre não existe...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-8630471957403874759?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8630471957403874759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=8630471957403874759&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/8630471957403874759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/8630471957403874759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/08/ainda-mas-nao-mais.html' title='Ainda, mas não mais...'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SoDfpSZjtwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Qep2F7vPBYs/s72-c/a_espera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-9117469273610467354</id><published>2009-08-10T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:14:41.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SoDeVHt1lEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/5ZVIfBsFZCY/s1600-h/sentimentos2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368535210255553602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SoDeVHt1lEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/5ZVIfBsFZCY/s320/sentimentos2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dor...&lt;br /&gt;Dor abissal, intensa, devastadora...&lt;br /&gt;Dor que queima, lateja, corta, sangra, mata...&lt;br /&gt;Dor da dor...&lt;br /&gt;Dor do amor...&lt;br /&gt;Dor que produz...&lt;br /&gt;Dor superada...&lt;br /&gt;Ferida curada, mas eterna cicatriz da experiência...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-9117469273610467354?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/9117469273610467354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=9117469273610467354&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/9117469273610467354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/9117469273610467354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/08/dor.html' title='Dor...'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SoDeVHt1lEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/5ZVIfBsFZCY/s72-c/sentimentos2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-8996016747843303522</id><published>2009-08-07T19:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T19:24:36.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As piores férias da minha vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ou deveria dizer as melhores? Ainda estou indecisa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe eu sempre tive certo receio de férias. Quando estava na escola e ia se aproximando os últimos dias, temia que durante a temporada distante eu perdesse minhas amizades... Já no trabalho gerava aquela insegurança de ser substituída em minha função. Sempre evitava e continuo evitando gozar de férias, parece-me o mais sensato, visto ao histórico que carrego comigo... Não sei, é como se eu premeditasse que algo ruim acontecerá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aconteceu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É... Não fugindo a regra, estas férias que tirei forçada, (pois existem leis que nós, celetistas devemos respeitar) foram inesquecíveis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah férias! Dias que se tornaram um guia a ser consultado por toda a minha vida... Aprendi ainda mais sobre o respeito, sobre a atenção, sobre a ausência de apoio, sobre a estima... Aprendi tantas coisas... E ó, da pior, porém melhor maneira possível, praticando!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 dias inimagináveis... Observando a rotina que como toda rotina obviamente acontece de maneira automaticamente automática, mas que nesse momento tudo que era tão “corriqueiro” se tornou tão... tão... Enfim, olho com olhos assustados e acovardados.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nestas férias, ao invés de belas paisagens trago de recordação o desamparar de um lar pelo pai, a carência de uma mãe e a ausência de ambos para os filhos...&lt;br /&gt;Trago em meu olhar a renúncia de um amor e a dor da incerteza...&lt;br /&gt;Trago em meu olhar o possível, porém invisível caminho do recomeço...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus amigos, percebi que existem aprendizados que vivenciados tornam-se regras para toda uma vida e foi isso que aprendi... Aprendi que férias não são apenas férias... Não são apenas dias de lazer e curtição...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mim, férias são estações de minha vida em que paro para receber o seguinte aviso:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Prepare-se! No próximo ponto, haverá mudanças..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SnzhgykEQRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/dvOlpsqhGLg/s1600-h/f%25C3%25A9rias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367412809363898642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SnzhgykEQRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/dvOlpsqhGLg/s320/f%25C3%25A9rias.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;E para vocês? Férias é sinônimo de alegria? Ou esses dias os intimidam, assim como a mim??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraços, fiquem bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-8996016747843303522?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8996016747843303522/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=8996016747843303522&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/8996016747843303522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/8996016747843303522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-piores-ferias-da-minha-vida.html' title='As piores férias da minha vida...'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SnzhgykEQRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/dvOlpsqhGLg/s72-c/f%25C3%25A9rias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-504914708361997831</id><published>2009-07-30T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T10:46:29.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser especial...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SnHa7GV18pI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/QN4tpFFvjAE/s1600-h/vc%2B%25C3%25A9%2Bespecial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364309340024337042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SnHa7GV18pI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/QN4tpFFvjAE/s320/vc%2B%25C3%25A9%2Bespecial.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Pergutaram-me, o que é ser especial?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respondi que todo aquele que desperta a luz nos olhos de outrem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;, que irradia um poderoso brilho, capaz de provocar o mais sincero sorriso e tocar os nossos corações em qualquer lugar do mundo é um SER MUITO ESPECIAL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É especial aquele que se importa contigo em qualquer momento, até mesmo quando você o esquece para brindar com outro uma alegria...&lt;br /&gt;É especial aquele que entrega ao próximo sempre o melhor de si, mas jamais visando retorno...&lt;br /&gt;É especial aquele que conquista confiança e a respeita eternamente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por fim, ser especial é ser como você!&lt;br /&gt;Sim!&lt;br /&gt;É você mesmo... Talvez ainda não tenha percebido, mas você é mais especial do que qualquer outra pessoa... E sabe por quê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por ser apenas quem é...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siga o caminho do bem, do amor e verás... Fará parte de um maravilhoso mundo repleto de pessoas especialíssimas!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Abraços, fiquem bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-504914708361997831?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/504914708361997831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=504914708361997831&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/504914708361997831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/504914708361997831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/07/ser-especial.html' title='Ser especial...'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SnHa7GV18pI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/QN4tpFFvjAE/s72-c/vc%2B%25C3%25A9%2Bespecial.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-2835509779817387100</id><published>2009-07-27T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T17:03:51.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O que é ser forte?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/Sm5ACVSciEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/LQEWpfVRhMg/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363294615063267394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/Sm5ACVSciEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/LQEWpfVRhMg/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ser forte é amar alguém em silêncio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ser forte é irradiar felicidade quando se é infeliz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ser forte é tentar perdoar alguém que não merece perdão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ser forte é esperar quando não se acredita no retorno?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ser forte é demonstrar alegria quando não se sente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ser forte é manter-se calmo em um momento de desespero?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ser forte é sorrir quando tudo que mais se deseja é chorar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ser forte é fazer alguém feliz mesmo estando com o coração em pedaços?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ser forte é calar, quando o ideal seria gritar a todos as nossas angústias?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ser forte é consolar quando se precisa de consolo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ser forte é ter fé naquilo em que não se acredita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Afinal, o que é ser forte? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;É aguentar a tudo, com um semblante sereno enquanto na verdade seu coração está morrendo por dentro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-2835509779817387100?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/2835509779817387100/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=2835509779817387100&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/2835509779817387100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/2835509779817387100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-que-e-ser-forte.html' title='O que é ser forte?'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/Sm5ACVSciEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/LQEWpfVRhMg/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-4611546317970022603</id><published>2009-07-27T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T09:36:45.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Qual a melhor definição sobre amizade virtual?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/Sm3WLucrpzI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rN19TwnPOOc/s1600-h/corrente_amizade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363178228203366194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/Sm3WLucrpzI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rN19TwnPOOc/s320/corrente_amizade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Bem, eu não faço diferença entre amizades, pois considero que exista apenas uma única forma de sentir e creio que o modo que essa sublime emoção seja despertada pouco importa, pois amizade nada mais é do que amizade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há quem defenda que o tal “amigo virtual” seja apenas ilusão, pode até ser, mas como podemos afirmar que o “amigo real” seja realmente amigo? Será que podemos nos basear que um amigo é amigo, apenas por esse estar fisicamente presente? Do que adianta ter alguém ao seu lado se este não está em sintonia contigo? Se não lhe escuta e não sente a sua alegria ou tristeza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinceramente penso e repenso, mas não consigo ver a diferença. Particularmente a única coisa que muda para mim são as distintas formas de contato.  Amigo que é amigo, mesmo que do outro lado do mundo ou aqui, ao nosso lado, se mostra presente e fiel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É impraticável, a meu ver, diferenciar virtual de real e até mesmo atribuir importâncias desiguais aos anjos de Deus, os amigos... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pensando nisso, pensando na melhor definição para amizade, seja ela virtual ou real, porém sempre verdadeira e existente, encontrei um texto de Laura Monfort que exprime o que penso:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“A amizade é algo tão livre quanto oculto...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É um sentimento nobre que a tudo acolhe tentando se descobrir...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É aventura, alegria, lágrimas e sorrisos... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É uma continuação de uma alma... Ou melhor, é um misto de alma e crescimento... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A amizade é um belo e calmo tempo... Ou sentimento... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde ondas fortes tornam-se riachos de águas pacatas... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde furacões tornam-se brisas leves... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Onde o choro se torna paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sente-se feliz e amado aquele que pode confiar seus segredos á um amigo, que pode dedicar as tuas horas sejam elas de sacrifício... Ou de mais pura alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas... Como esclarecer em algumas palavras o que é este nobre sentimento? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como esboçar numa poesia estes laços tão profundos? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como dizer aqueles que amo... Que os amo sem dispersá-los e sem assustar-los?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amigos... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É sol e lua... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;São aves e céu... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;São o paraíso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; de uma alma que ao caminhar chega a um lugar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que ao se perder a todo o momento acabam por se encontrar... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que a cada lágrima muitos sorrisos podem dar... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amigos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fonte de vida, almas graciosas... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anjos de Deus... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como amo meus amigos... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E assim por toda a vida os amarei.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, a melhor definição de amizade, bom,  só consigo pensar em uma palavra:&lt;br /&gt;Você... Ou melhor VOCÊS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço a todos os meus amigos pelo apoio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraços, fiquem bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-4611546317970022603?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/4611546317970022603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=4611546317970022603&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/4611546317970022603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/4611546317970022603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/07/qual-melhor-definicao-sobre-amizade.html' title='Qual a melhor definição sobre amizade virtual?'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/Sm3WLucrpzI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rN19TwnPOOc/s72-c/corrente_amizade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-8268750744896823016</id><published>2009-07-26T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T11:42:59.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/Smyix9eI9mI/AAAAAAAAADw/OOTfdpNP9eQ/s1600-h/abelhas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362840235489687138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/Smyix9eI9mI/AAAAAAAAADw/OOTfdpNP9eQ/s320/abelhas1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Doce como o mais puro mel das abelhas, de alma pacifica e reluzente como os mais devastos raios de sol, me acalenta com teus braços e me saceia com tua alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A alegria de uma só mulher e a beleza de milhões delas, em minhas mãos trago as rosas e na tua jas o vinho, para o devaneio de muitos homens que um dia já sonharam e lhe possuir. Teus olhos celebres me acanham, e o calor de tua amizade verdadeira me dá motivos para seguir em frente, não só irei com um só passo, sim com dois, na frente e um para trás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Simples são meus olhos que vêem pura "ilusão", infames são minhas palavras, que não dispõem de amargura, me conheces por inteiro e sinta a fragrância das rosas, rente ao meu belo jardim de petúnias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;{Dedicado a Débora, Sweet bee Yahoo respostas}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;{André Dias}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Aiiiiii que tudo! Adorei! Mas e agora? Como posso te agradecer meu amigo? Bom... Meu sincero obrigada Dhé é nessas horas que aquela tão surrada frase exprime o que sinto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"Um verdadeiro amigo é alguém capaz de tocar teu coração desde o outro lado do mundo..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Para minha sorte, este verdadeiro amigo está mais próximo!! rs... Se bem que a distância não faz diferença quando sabemos que estamos sempre presentes no coração um do outro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obrigada por tudo mesmo André! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Abraços pra ti e para todos, fiquem bem!&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/1538866412706100288-8268750744896823016?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8268750744896823016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=8268750744896823016&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/8268750744896823016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/8268750744896823016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/07/sweet-bee.html' title='Sweet bee'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/Smyix9eI9mI/AAAAAAAAADw/OOTfdpNP9eQ/s72-c/abelhas1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-1520051997296835624</id><published>2009-07-15T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T15:53:47.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ausência...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/Sl3IeBpZvrI/AAAAAAAAADo/7PJ_mwEz07o/s1600-h/alma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358659549804478130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/Sl3IeBpZvrI/AAAAAAAAADo/7PJ_mwEz07o/s320/alma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;"Ausente com o corpo, mas presente com o espírito." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;(Vulgata) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abraços e fiquem bem!☺&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-1520051997296835624?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/1520051997296835624/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=1520051997296835624&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/1520051997296835624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/1520051997296835624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/07/ausente-com-o-corpo-mas-presente-com-o.html' title='Ausência...'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/Sl3IeBpZvrI/AAAAAAAAADo/7PJ_mwEz07o/s72-c/alma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-607330410394280382</id><published>2009-07-14T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T15:49:18.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anjos e suas ações...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sim! Anjos agem... Cautelosamente e inocentemente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu filho tinha leucemia, já faz 10 anos que nos deixou. Tenho tantas lembranças dele... Estas permanecem e permanecerão sempre bem claras para mim, porém há uma em especial: O dia que descobri que um único gesto vale mais do que mil palavras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havia chego o triste momento de aceitar as consequências da doença de Pedro, meu filho. Ela, meu anjinho encarnado em uma menina de longos cabelos lisos, tinha ficado em casa naquela manhã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós, preocupados com sua reação, desviamos o caminho e seguimos até a loja mais próxima com a intenção de comprar um chapéu para Pedrinho. Ele estava bem, um pouco angustiado e temendo sua imagem, mas consciente de que esse momento era apenas mais um dos obstáculos a ser superado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consternados nos aproximamos da porta e para minha surpresa e emoção lá estava ela... Parada com os olhinhos brilhando e um tímido sorriso, segurando em suas mãozinhas seus longos cabelos e oferecendo-os a Pedro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naquele momento nenhuma palavra poderia expressar o que senti... Foi um ato de amor que nunca sairá de meu pensamento e de minha essência. Ela sabia que quando as palavras não são satisfatórias, deve-se pronunciar com gestos que somente o coração consegue interpretar... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Inspirado no vídeo abaixo).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Abraços e fiquem bem!☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7aacbd75619fd7a0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7aacbd75619fd7a0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331259579%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D11A07D1ECD1EC7BE5BA3EEA9EBC9FAAF38C5C96B.2B83BFA36043865DD0ACFE4FDBB3E5643AFD3AE9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7aacbd75619fd7a0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dnon8RZ1OF_hVhw6CJAbQNOdcJXU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7aacbd75619fd7a0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331259579%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D11A07D1ECD1EC7BE5BA3EEA9EBC9FAAF38C5C96B.2B83BFA36043865DD0ACFE4FDBB3E5643AFD3AE9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7aacbd75619fd7a0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dnon8RZ1OF_hVhw6CJAbQNOdcJXU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-607330410394280382?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/607330410394280382/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=607330410394280382&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/607330410394280382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/607330410394280382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/07/anjos-e-suas-acoes.html' title='Anjos e suas ações...'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-5978077763683955005</id><published>2009-07-14T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T09:48:21.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Procuro meu amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SlxuXp28u8I/AAAAAAAAADg/-yRBsWIYK9Q/s1600-h/222_2524-estrela-mulher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358279009316420546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SlxuXp28u8I/AAAAAAAAADg/-yRBsWIYK9Q/s320/222_2524-estrela-mulher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde está o meu amor? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Busquei a ti em cada estrela deste vasto universo, sem sucesso não o encontrei...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vasculhei cada grão de areia a procura de sua face serena... Onde você está?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde está o meu amor? Onde encontrá-lo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixe o passado querido e venha para o meu presente...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SlxuKLD2ktI/AAAAAAAAADY/d4fCCWGGmnw/s1600-h/Areia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358278777710744274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SlxuKLD2ktI/AAAAAAAAADY/d4fCCWGGmnw/s320/Areia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Abraços e fiquem bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-5978077763683955005?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/5978077763683955005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=5978077763683955005&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/5978077763683955005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/5978077763683955005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/07/procura-se-meu-amor.html' title='Procuro meu amor...'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SlxuXp28u8I/AAAAAAAAADg/-yRBsWIYK9Q/s72-c/222_2524-estrela-mulher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-8306333586362630643</id><published>2009-07-13T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T15:47:32.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu doce lar!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/Sluy_qHlMRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/GqwG7PNt-H0/s1600-h/casa_colorida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358072988394926354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/Sluy_qHlMRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/GqwG7PNt-H0/s320/casa_colorida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nada melhor que a nossa casa. Concordam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal onde mais eu poderia despertar e nem sequer lavar o rosto, muito menos escovar os dentes e olha, nem comento sobre as armadas madeixas... Enfim, esquecer tudo isso, o protocolo, e vir direto para o PC. Claro! Conectando-me imediatamente no meu site favorito... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Digam-me, onde mais?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É até legal isso não é gente??... O mundo virtual tem diversas vantagens... Aqui ninguém me vê, posso estar deslumbrante em uma foto, mas totalmente espantosa em minha casa! Aí novamente cai na frase, nada melhor que a nossa casa né??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensei e repensei sobre prováveis locais. Vamos às possibilidades:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se estivesse na casa dos meus pais e agisse assim no mínimo minha mãe gritaria:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Minha filha, não foi essa a educação que eu lhe dei...”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabem um sermãozinho bem básico?? Que por sinal me faz uma falta indizível...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, se estivesse em um hotel, provavelmente seria taxada de descuidada não é não???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E na casa dos amigos? Hummm... Não sei ao certo a reação deles. Talvez os mais íntimos não se importassem, mas a minha consciência ficaria tão aflita, pois meus amigos, mamãe não me ensinou isso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É... Realmente, nada melhor que a nossa casa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É aqui que eu me escondo debaixo das cobertas quando o céu resolve chorar suas límpidas lágrimas...&lt;br /&gt;É aqui minha fortaleza, que, apesar dos pesares, ainda sinto-me protegida... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É aqui que eu passo apenas momentos que deveriam ser apreciados e vividos intensamente... Como um almoço em família, uma tarde com pipocas e guaraná, um jantar a dois...&lt;br /&gt;É aqui, em meu doce lar, que eu adormeço para sonhar e recomeçar... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Na minha casa um nabo é mais saboroso... do que o tordo, o faisão ou o porco da mesa alheia."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Ludovico Ariosto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraços e fiquem bem!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1538866412706100288-8306333586362630643?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8306333586362630643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=8306333586362630643&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/8306333586362630643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/8306333586362630643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/07/meu-doce-lar.html' title='Meu doce lar!!!'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/Sluy_qHlMRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/GqwG7PNt-H0/s72-c/casa_colorida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1538866412706100288.post-132624370649697474</id><published>2009-07-13T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T15:46:22.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Começo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SlsdhMg2dyI/AAAAAAAAABw/-rXJjEjwFio/s1600-h/o-comeco.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357908637819238178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SlsdhMg2dyI/AAAAAAAAABw/-rXJjEjwFio/s320/o-comeco.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Um bom &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;começo é a metade."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Aristóteles)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Meu primeiro blog... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;É que hoje resolvi escrever;&lt;br /&gt;Resolvi refletir;&lt;br /&gt;Resolvi criar um blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simples assim!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está certo que não entendo nada de blogs, sempre achei tão complicado e sem retorno, mas seguindo a frase de Louis Pasteur "A diferença entre o possível e o impossível está na vontade das pessoas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, desejo um bom começo para mim!! rs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraços e fique bem!&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/1538866412706100288-132624370649697474?l=deborasweetbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/feeds/132624370649697474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1538866412706100288&amp;postID=132624370649697474&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/132624370649697474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1538866412706100288/posts/default/132624370649697474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborasweetbee.blogspot.com/2009/07/comeco.html' title='Começo...'/><author><name>.•*´εïз Débora εïз`*•.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17910073857344228761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/S7JBgnZbt6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/W0bx1bS-dfg/S220/ft18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNRXsqVTVHg/SlsdhMg2dyI/AAAAAAAAABw/-rXJjEjwFio/s72-c/o-comeco.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
