<?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-29858172</id><updated>2011-07-28T16:03:05.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HORA DA VIRADA</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-7895390857959145710</id><published>2010-03-09T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T19:47:19.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VOCE COMIGO</title><content type='html'>"Você vai comigo aonde eu for&lt;br /&gt;Você vai bem,&lt;br /&gt; se vem comigo&lt;br /&gt;Serei teu amigo e teu bem&lt;br /&gt;Fica bem, mais fica só comigo..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-7895390857959145710?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/7895390857959145710/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=7895390857959145710&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/7895390857959145710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/7895390857959145710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2010/03/voce-comigo.html' title='VOCE COMIGO'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-3572446792502431520</id><published>2009-10-16T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T05:57:46.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Certezas ...</title><content type='html'>"De tudo ficaram três coisas...&lt;br /&gt; A certeza de que estamos começando...&lt;br /&gt; A certeza de que é preciso continuar...&lt;br /&gt; A certeza de que podemos ser interrompidos antes de terminar...&lt;br /&gt;Façamos da interrupção um caminho novo...&lt;br /&gt; Da queda, um passo de dança...&lt;br /&gt;Do medo, uma escada...&lt;br /&gt;Do sonho, uma ponte...&lt;br /&gt;Da procura, um encontro!" Fernando Sabino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho certeza que nunca estive só ...&lt;br /&gt;sempre pude contar com seu amor&lt;br /&gt;e é esse amor, que renova minhas forças&lt;br /&gt;sei que pode passar o tempo que for&lt;br /&gt;nada que eu faça vai mudar ou abalar esse amor&lt;br /&gt;sei que voce sempre estara lá ... me amando..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-3572446792502431520?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/3572446792502431520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=3572446792502431520&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/3572446792502431520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/3572446792502431520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2009/10/certezas.html' title='Certezas ...'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-8208918645742315013</id><published>2009-06-25T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T10:37:35.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pessoa</title><content type='html'>"Há um tempo em que é preciso abandonar as roupas usadas ...&lt;br /&gt;Que já têm a forma do nosso corpo ...&lt;br /&gt;E esquecer os nossos caminhos que nos levam sempre&lt;br /&gt;aos mesmos lugares ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o tempo da travessia ...&lt;br /&gt;E se não ousarmos fazê-la ...&lt;br /&gt;Teremos ficado ... para sempre ...&lt;br /&gt;À margem de nós mesmos..." Fernando Pessoa .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-8208918645742315013?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/8208918645742315013/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=8208918645742315013&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/8208918645742315013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/8208918645742315013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2009/06/pessoa.html' title='Pessoa'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-7695012096869938108</id><published>2009-02-03T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:37:17.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FALANDO DE AMOR</title><content type='html'>"Eu amo tudo o que foi&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que já não é&lt;br /&gt;A dor que já não me dói&lt;br /&gt;A antiga e errônea fé&lt;br /&gt;O ontem que a dor deixou&lt;br /&gt;O que deixou alegria&lt;br /&gt;Só porque foi, e voou&lt;br /&gt;E hoje é já outro dia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-7695012096869938108?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/7695012096869938108/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=7695012096869938108&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/7695012096869938108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/7695012096869938108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2009/02/falando-de-amor.html' title='FALANDO DE AMOR'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-499916769607097548</id><published>2009-01-27T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T07:20:04.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VOYEUR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Palavras não foram ditas, elas se tornam desnecessarias diante do seu olhar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ele por si ja diz tudo. Ali esta contido toda sua essencia,o que voce quer,quem voce é.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E antes de qualquer palavra eu ja sabia tudo. Eu tive tudo ali, no seu olhar, mesmo antes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;dos nosos corpos se encontrarem, antes de voce falar,na verdade acho que voce nem falou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;se falou não ouvi.Mas voce não é so olhar...mãos,braços,abraços,boca,beijos,sussuros...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mentiu quem diz ser seu dono,voce não é de ninguem, amo sua liberdade,amo tudo que tive naquele olhar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-499916769607097548?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/499916769607097548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=499916769607097548&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/499916769607097548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/499916769607097548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2009/01/voyeur.html' title='VOYEUR'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-5295382335883138558</id><published>2008-06-15T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T16:13:02.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TENHO MEDO</title><content type='html'>será que é melhor agora eu ser sincero e falar,&lt;br /&gt;ou será que é melhor guardar esse segredo,&lt;br /&gt; e nao arriscar.&lt;br /&gt;por que se voce se afastar de mim eu vou sofrer,&lt;br /&gt;perder sua amizade nao vai ser legal&lt;br /&gt;tenho medo de estar confundindo&lt;br /&gt;mas o que estou sentindo é especial.&lt;br /&gt;voce conhece os meus problemas&lt;br /&gt; meu relacionamento complicado&lt;br /&gt;sabe tudo que penso e que eu quero,&lt;br /&gt;que Deus me perdoe se isso for errado&lt;br /&gt;se estou com ela eu te desejo&lt;br /&gt;eu sonho em cometer esse pecado&lt;br /&gt;se eu criei corajem pra falar pode crer&lt;br /&gt; que o meu coracao esta apaixonado..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorriso maroto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-5295382335883138558?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/5295382335883138558/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=5295382335883138558&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/5295382335883138558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/5295382335883138558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2008/06/tenho-medo.html' title='TENHO MEDO'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-3294535555577022385</id><published>2008-05-11T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T19:45:47.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A VOLTA</title><content type='html'>Estive sumida por um tempo, mas estou de volta, e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;só&lt;/span&gt; agora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me dei conta de como me fez falta isso daqui , não postava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sempre, mas, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;só&lt;/span&gt; de saber que eu podia escrever, na hora que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desse vontade, me confortava e dava uma segurança...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando estive fora muitas coisas aconteceram, mudanças&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boas e ruins...a mais importante de todas aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;dentro de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;min&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/29858172-3294535555577022385?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/3294535555577022385/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=3294535555577022385&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/3294535555577022385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/3294535555577022385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2008/05/volta.html' title='A VOLTA'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-8892551048785378649</id><published>2007-10-19T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T15:49:40.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VOLTANDO AO COMBATE</title><content type='html'>"O guerreiro da luz conhece o valor da persistência e da coragem.&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes, durante o combate, ele recebe golpes que não estava esperando.&lt;br /&gt;Sabe que, durante a guerra, o inimigo vencerá algumas batalhas.&lt;br /&gt;Quando isto acontece, ele chora suas mágoas e descansa para recuperar a energia.&lt;br /&gt;Mas imediatamente volta a lutar por seus sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Porque, quanto mais tempo permanecer afastado,&lt;br /&gt;maiores são as chances de sentir-se fraco, medroso, intimidado.&lt;br /&gt;Quando um cavaleiro cai do cavalo e não torna a monta-lo no minuto seguinte,&lt;br /&gt; jamais terá coragem de faze-lo novamente. " Paulo Coelho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-8892551048785378649?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/8892551048785378649/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=8892551048785378649&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/8892551048785378649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/8892551048785378649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2007/10/voltando-ao-combate.html' title='VOLTANDO AO COMBATE'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-4941519856262511205</id><published>2007-10-04T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T18:17:32.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OLHOS</title><content type='html'>uma das coisa que eu ainda não aprendi,mas tenho esperanças de aprender,&lt;br /&gt;é fingir!!! falar mentira eu falo, ate gosto,não sou santa!! mas fingir!! olhar nos&lt;br /&gt;olhos de alguém,dizer sim,mas pensando no não,meus olhos me entregam..&lt;br /&gt;neles esta toda verdade!! ninha boca mente o tempo&lt;br /&gt;todo, mas meus olhos!! delatores da alma! pena que ninguem olha mais nos olhos !&lt;br /&gt;a boca fala demais,o olhos só dizem o essencial ...  se voçe pudesse ver meus olhos agora&lt;br /&gt;os veriam molhados de toda verdade, escorrida de dentro de min.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-4941519856262511205?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/4941519856262511205/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=4941519856262511205&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/4941519856262511205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/4941519856262511205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2007/10/olhos.html' title='OLHOS'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-6524120620046193345</id><published>2007-06-17T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T16:19:48.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FORTE</title><content type='html'>Quem foi que disse que ser forte,é suportar tudo&lt;br /&gt;enfrentar tudo,não ter medo de nada&lt;br /&gt;ganhar todas,não desistir nunca?&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de respeitar meus limites&lt;br /&gt;tem horas que não da mais,&lt;br /&gt;que não aguento mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;ai chega a hora de recuar&lt;br /&gt;tem sonho que é só sonho&lt;br /&gt;então eu mudo de sonho&lt;br /&gt;esse não deu,então o outro vai dar!&lt;br /&gt;não da pra ganhar todas&lt;br /&gt;mas ate quando perco ,eu ganho&lt;br /&gt;depende a forma que vemos as coisas&lt;br /&gt;se voce olhar o mundo como um vencedor&lt;br /&gt;vai ser um,mesmo quando não ganhar...&lt;br /&gt;verdade! é simples assim&lt;br /&gt;pena que não acreditamos em nada facil&lt;br /&gt;eu mesma descobri isso,da maneira mais dura.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre esperei por alguem&lt;br /&gt;que ia chegar, e me fazer feliz&lt;br /&gt;quando descobri,que esse alguem nunca vai chegar&lt;br /&gt;que não tem nenhum cavalo branco ...&lt;br /&gt;eu chorei !!! eu preferia algo facil,  mas que não dependesse&lt;br /&gt;de min,algo magico,uma macumba, uma fada, sei lá!!&lt;br /&gt;Saber que tudo só depende de min, é complicado.&lt;br /&gt;Ser adulto é complicado,não pode acreditar em fadas ou magia&lt;br /&gt;Mas tem que ter fé,acreditar em algo que não vemos,só sentimos ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-6524120620046193345?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/6524120620046193345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=6524120620046193345&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/6524120620046193345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/6524120620046193345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2007/06/forte.html' title='FORTE'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-1519743530835463051</id><published>2007-05-22T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T17:22:04.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BRANCO</title><content type='html'>Olho para a  folha em branco e não sai nada&lt;br /&gt;tudo em branco,uma noite em branco&lt;br /&gt;não tem muita paz nesse branco&lt;br /&gt;as palavras gritam na cabeça&lt;br /&gt;mas,tudo sem nexo&lt;br /&gt;é a calmaria antes da tempestade&lt;br /&gt;uma paz enlouquecedora&lt;br /&gt;nem sempre somos a melhor companhia&lt;br /&gt;pra nos mesmos&lt;br /&gt;não da pra ouvir a propria voz&lt;br /&gt;quando  dentro de vc existem varias vozes&lt;br /&gt;cada uma gritando  algo diferente&lt;br /&gt;la fora tudo quieto&lt;br /&gt;mas aqui dentro,fervilhando de palavras&lt;br /&gt;pra serem ditas,que ja foram ditas&lt;br /&gt;palavras,ações,sonhos...&lt;br /&gt;como numa panela de pressão&lt;br /&gt;prestes a explodir,e botar tudo pra fora&lt;br /&gt;e ainda tem aquele apito&lt;br /&gt;gritando, dizendo que ja esta na hora&lt;br /&gt;que não da mais...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-1519743530835463051?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/1519743530835463051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=1519743530835463051&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/1519743530835463051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/1519743530835463051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2007/05/branco.html' title='BRANCO'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-1774607494583103016</id><published>2007-05-05T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T17:57:29.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VALE QUANTO PESA</title><content type='html'>Quanto você ganha pra me enganar&lt;br /&gt;Quanto você paga pra me ver sofrer&lt;br /&gt;E quanto você força pra me derrete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou forte feito cobra coral&lt;br /&gt;Semente brota em qualquer local&lt;br /&gt;Um velho novo cartão postal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquela madrugada deu em nada&lt;br /&gt;Deu em muito deu em sol&lt;br /&gt;Aquele seu desejo me deu medo&lt;br /&gt;Me deu força me deu mal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai de mim, de nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Ai de mim de nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Vale quanto pesa, reza a lesa, de nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Ai de mim, de nós dois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temos um passado já marcado&lt;br /&gt;Não podemos mentir&lt;br /&gt;Beijos demorados afirmados&lt;br /&gt;Não podemos mentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou forte feito cobra coral&lt;br /&gt;Semente brota em qualquer local&lt;br /&gt;Um velho novo catão postal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquela madrugada deu em nada&lt;br /&gt;Deu em muito, deu em sol&lt;br /&gt;Aquele seu desejo me deu medo&lt;br /&gt;Me deu força, me deu mal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai de mim, de nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Ai de mim, de nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Samba, de nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Ai de mim, de nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Vale quanto pesa, reza a lesa de nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Ai de mim de nós dois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barão Vermelho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-1774607494583103016?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/1774607494583103016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=1774607494583103016&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/1774607494583103016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/1774607494583103016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2007/05/vale-quanto-pesa.html' title='VALE QUANTO PESA'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-6638391491191941736</id><published>2007-04-08T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T06:22:48.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DORMINDO</title><content type='html'>não finja,&lt;br /&gt;ninguem dorme sobre isso&lt;br /&gt;fechar os olhos não vai resolver&lt;br /&gt;não vai fecha los para sempre&lt;br /&gt;abra os olhos e veja á sua volta&lt;br /&gt;sei que não é facil ver isso&lt;br /&gt;não tem como fugir&lt;br /&gt;por onde for levara essa imagem&lt;br /&gt;ela esta na sua pupila&lt;br /&gt;e esse som vai continuar&lt;br /&gt;pra sempre na sua memoria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-6638391491191941736?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/6638391491191941736/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=6638391491191941736&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/6638391491191941736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/6638391491191941736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2007/04/dormindo.html' title='DORMINDO'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-5919934528829923153</id><published>2007-04-02T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T17:33:10.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AS ROSAS NÃO FALAM</title><content type='html'>Bate outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Com esperanças o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Pois já vai terminando o verão, enfim&lt;br /&gt;Volto ao jardim&lt;br /&gt;Com a certeza que devo chorar&lt;br /&gt;Pois bem sei que não queres voltar para mim&lt;br /&gt;Queixo-me às rosas, mas que bobagem&lt;br /&gt;As rosas não falam&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente as rosas exalam&lt;br /&gt;O perfume que roubam de ti, ai&lt;br /&gt;Devias vir&lt;br /&gt;Para ver os meus olhos tristonhos&lt;br /&gt;E, quem sabe, sonhava meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Por fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartola&lt;div 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FALAM'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-5959472221790757422</id><published>2007-03-15T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T19:46:56.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CANSADA</title><content type='html'>Andei sumida&lt;br /&gt;to tão cansada,não daqui&lt;br /&gt;nem da galera.Mas é q estou numa&lt;br /&gt;fase de silencio,tenho muito pra falar&lt;br /&gt;mas de repente não sai nada,sinto um vasio&lt;br /&gt;tão grande aqui dentro.Tanta coisa pra fazer&lt;br /&gt;e não estou com vontade de fazer nada,tantos&lt;br /&gt;planos,tantas promessas...Mas ta faltando forças.&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de só ficar olhando,de fora,vendo ELA&lt;br /&gt;passar...Ai se eu tivesse um botão,liga-desliga&lt;br /&gt;eu me desligava,progamava pra só ligar daqui&lt;br /&gt;um tempo,pendurava uma plaquinha "fechado&lt;br /&gt;volte depois".Mas como ainda não tenho,vou&lt;br /&gt;levando,mesmo sem vontade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-5959472221790757422?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/5959472221790757422/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=5959472221790757422&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/5959472221790757422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/5959472221790757422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2007/03/cansada.html' title='CANSADA'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-1740194229380975037</id><published>2007-02-21T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T13:40:36.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZANGAR-SE</title><content type='html'>"Qualquer um pode zangar-se; isso é facil.&lt;br /&gt;Mas zangar-se com a pessoa certa,na medida&lt;br /&gt;certa, na hora certa,pelo motivo certo,de&lt;br /&gt;maneira certa, não é facil." Aristoteles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-1740194229380975037?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/1740194229380975037/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=1740194229380975037&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/1740194229380975037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/1740194229380975037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2007/02/zangar-se.html' title='ZANGAR-SE'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-117045798162150671</id><published>2007-02-02T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T15:13:01.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRAND' HOTEL</title><content type='html'>"Se a gente não tivesse feito tanta coisa&lt;br /&gt;Se não tivesse dito tanta coisa&lt;br /&gt;Se não tivesse inventado tanto&lt;br /&gt;Podia ter vivido um amor grand' hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a gente não dissesse tudo tão depressa&lt;br /&gt;Se não fizesse tudo tão depressa&lt;br /&gt;Se não tivesse exagerado a dose&lt;br /&gt;Podia ter vivido um grande amor..."&lt;br /&gt;George Israel/Paula Toller&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-117045798162150671?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/117045798162150671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=117045798162150671&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/117045798162150671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/117045798162150671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2007/02/grand-hotel.html' title='GRAND&apos; HOTEL'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-117001144657923813</id><published>2007-01-28T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T11:10:46.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEPOIS DO AMOR</title><content type='html'>Depois do amor&lt;br /&gt;seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Duas crianças que adormecem&lt;br /&gt;cansadas de brincar&lt;br /&gt;e os meus &lt;br /&gt;vagando pelo quarto&lt;br /&gt;à proucura de algo&lt;br /&gt;quando nossos olhares se cruzam&lt;br /&gt;algo acontece&lt;br /&gt;eu me vejo na sua pupila&lt;br /&gt;e nesse momento&lt;br /&gt;é como se nada mais importasse&lt;br /&gt;como se agora fosse antes&lt;br /&gt;como se o hoje pudesse apagar o ontem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-117001144657923813?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/117001144657923813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=117001144657923813&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/117001144657923813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/117001144657923813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2007/01/depois-do-amor_28.html' title='DEPOIS DO AMOR'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-116965038559640782</id><published>2007-01-24T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T06:53:05.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O PÀSSARO</title><content type='html'>"Perdoe-me se não pude ser&lt;br /&gt;o que voce esperava&lt;br /&gt;sou como um pássaro&lt;br /&gt;que passou a vida preso&lt;br /&gt;ávido por liberdade&lt;br /&gt;voce me libertou,obrigada&lt;br /&gt;apenas me deixou tão livre&lt;br /&gt;que eu,empolgada,voei para bem longe&lt;br /&gt;e quando tentei retornar&lt;br /&gt;não encontrei o caminho de volta".mel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-116965038559640782?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/116965038559640782/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=116965038559640782&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/116965038559640782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/116965038559640782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2007/01/o-pssaro.html' title='O PÀSSARO'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-116916748900047879</id><published>2007-01-18T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T16:44:49.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MALANDRAGEM</title><content type='html'>"Quem sabe eu ainda sou uma garotinha&lt;br /&gt;Esperando o ônibus da escola sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Cansada com minhas meias três quartos&lt;br /&gt;Rezando baixo pelos cantos&lt;br /&gt;Por ser uma menina má&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe o príncipe virou um chato&lt;br /&gt;Que vive dando no meu saco&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe a vida é não sonhar..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cazuza/frejat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-116916748900047879?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/116916748900047879/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=116916748900047879&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/116916748900047879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/116916748900047879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2007/01/malandragem.html' title='MALANDRAGEM'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-116880936922716382</id><published>2007-01-14T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T13:16:09.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O FAROL</title><content type='html'>O FAROL&lt;br /&gt;Isabella Taviani &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cale a boca!&lt;br /&gt;Não fale nada mais agora&lt;br /&gt;Pois o silêncio expressa mais que as tuas frases&lt;br /&gt;tortas&lt;br /&gt;Cale a boca!&lt;br /&gt;Agora é tarde eu tranco a porta&lt;br /&gt;Vou me embora dessa vida louca sem demora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu me matei por não saber me viver&lt;br /&gt;E vencer a luta contra esse amor de mentira (que&lt;br /&gt;mentira)!&lt;br /&gt;Eu me perdi no teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Ah, que cilada&lt;br /&gt;E hoje a minha dor&lt;br /&gt;É um farol que nunca apaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cale a boca, eu ordeno!&lt;br /&gt;Eu já não tenho medo&lt;br /&gt;Pois hoje possuo antídoto pro teu veneno&lt;br /&gt;Cale a boca!&lt;br /&gt;Não me venha com essa história sonsa&lt;br /&gt;Em você sempre me falta alguma coisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cale essa tua boca rasa!&lt;br /&gt;De onde nunca sai nada que me valha&lt;br /&gt;Cale a boca de qualquer maneira&lt;br /&gt;Deixa ela costurada&lt;br /&gt;Só assim eu não tenho que ouvir o seu: "nada" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*obrigada Nina pelo presente,&lt;br /&gt;amei as musicas da Isabela&lt;br /&gt;veio em boa hora...&lt;br /&gt;te adoroo amiga!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-116880936922716382?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/116880936922716382/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=116880936922716382&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/116880936922716382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/116880936922716382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2007/01/o-farol.html' title='O FAROL'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-116848196671539753</id><published>2007-01-10T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T18:19:26.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANO NOVO</title><content type='html'>o que é o ano novo?além de mais um ano&lt;br /&gt;o que é o dia 1º de janeiro?nada mais que um dia&lt;br /&gt;como tantos outros.Porque achamos que tudo vai mudar&lt;br /&gt;só porque mudamos de ano? Porque deixamos pra mudar tudo&lt;br /&gt;no ano novo?porque não em agosto ou maio?Tem um monte de &lt;br /&gt;simpatias pra fazer na virada,e depois? tinha que ter simpatia&lt;br /&gt;pra o ano todo.E as listas de mudanças, esse ano vou fazer isso...&lt;br /&gt;no ano novo tudo vai mudar.Nada vai mudar,tudo continua igual&lt;br /&gt;Não tem magia nenhuma no ano novo. Esse ano é só um ano,como&lt;br /&gt;todos os outros.As datas não fazem diferença.Eu faço a diferença&lt;br /&gt;em janeiro,junho,julho...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-116848196671539753?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/116848196671539753/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=116848196671539753&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/116848196671539753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/116848196671539753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2007/01/ano-novo.html' title='ANO NOVO'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-116718719778472674</id><published>2006-12-26T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T18:39:57.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOEL NÃO VEIO</title><content type='html'>Ontem quando acordei fui direto pra arvore&lt;br /&gt;qual foi minha surpresa? não tinha surpresa,&lt;br /&gt;nada,nem um presentinho pra min&lt;br /&gt;dificil foi esplicar pra minha filha,que&lt;br /&gt;colocou meu pedido na cartinha dela,que&lt;br /&gt;o safado não me deu nada,por que não quis&lt;br /&gt;achou muito trabalhoso comprar algo,me deu um&lt;br /&gt;vale presente,desses de boca que agente nunca&lt;br /&gt;recebe,Depois voçe escolhe la que te do.&lt;br /&gt;E olha que fui uma boa menina esse ano,&lt;br /&gt;acho que esse foi meu erro,ele não gosta de&lt;br /&gt;garotas boazinhas,só das boazudas,mas isso eu&lt;br /&gt;tambem sou!Bom só faltava essa pra fechar meu&lt;br /&gt;ano.Fechei mesmo,encerrei,acabou!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-116718719778472674?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/116718719778472674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=116718719778472674&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/116718719778472674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/116718719778472674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2006/12/noel-no-veio.html' title='NOEL NÃO VEIO'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-116684058003543786</id><published>2006-12-22T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T18:23:00.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEDO</title><content type='html'>o que me da medo,é imaginar amanhã&lt;br /&gt;eu acordando nessa mesma vida&lt;br /&gt;fazendo tudo igual a hoje&lt;br /&gt;mesmos sonhos,mesmas frases,mesmo sexo&lt;br /&gt;mesmas reclamações,mesmos lugares&lt;br /&gt;pessoas,palavras,frustrações,lagrimas,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo tchau renata,vo ali,to na rua&lt;br /&gt;batendo na mesma tecla,ouvindo aquele som&lt;br /&gt;agudo,quase um grito dentro do ouvido&lt;br /&gt;que me ensurdece,me enlouquece&lt;br /&gt;dormir e acordar na mesma cama&lt;br /&gt;deitar e não dormir, na mesma cama&lt;br /&gt;tudo igual ontem,hoje,amanhã...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-116684058003543786?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/116684058003543786/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=116684058003543786&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/116684058003543786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/116684058003543786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2006/12/medo.html' title='MEDO'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-116562194322212689</id><published>2006-12-08T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:52:23.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FLORBELA</title><content type='html'>Ai as almas dos poetas&lt;br /&gt;Não as entende ninguém;&lt;br /&gt;São almas de violetas&lt;br /&gt;Que são poetas também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andam perdidas na vida,&lt;br /&gt;Como as estrelas no ar;&lt;br /&gt;Sentem o vento gemer&lt;br /&gt;Ouvem as rosas chorar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só quem embala no peito&lt;br /&gt;Dores amargas e secretas&lt;br /&gt;É que em noites de luar&lt;br /&gt;Pode entender os poetas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu que arrasto amarguras&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca arrastou ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Tenho alma pra sentir&lt;br /&gt;A dos poetas também&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florbela Espanca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetisa portuguesa,que nasceu e morreu&lt;br /&gt;nessa data.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-116562194322212689?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/116562194322212689/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=116562194322212689&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/116562194322212689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/116562194322212689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2006/12/florbela.html' title='FLORBELA'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-116545288027274902</id><published>2006-12-06T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T16:54:40.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAXINA</title><content type='html'>acho que no final isso vai dar uma coisa boa&lt;br /&gt;tanta coisa coisa foi quebrada&lt;br /&gt;quero arranquar tudo de ruin,bota tudo &lt;br /&gt;pra fora,espero não ter mais nenhuma surpresa&lt;br /&gt;desagradavel,mas se tiver que venha&lt;br /&gt;estou preparada pra o que der e vier&lt;br /&gt;quando essa faxina acabar,vou cuidar de mim&lt;br /&gt;quero dar um tempo pra botar a cabeçinha&lt;br /&gt;em ordem,estabelecer o q quero,e correr atras&lt;br /&gt;esse ano tem q acabar logo&lt;br /&gt;que venha o ano novo,estou pronta pra ele&lt;br /&gt;tudo novo,VIDA NOVA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-116545288027274902?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/116545288027274902/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=116545288027274902&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/116545288027274902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/116545288027274902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2006/12/faxina.html' title='FAXINA'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-116492910405591885</id><published>2006-11-30T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T15:25:04.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A CAMINHADA</title><content type='html'>eu me vejo caminhando,&lt;br /&gt;o vento batendo nos meus cabelos&lt;br /&gt;um sorrizo largo no rosto &lt;br /&gt;cabeça erguida,olhando para frente&lt;br /&gt;uma paz,de quem um dia carregou&lt;br /&gt;o mundo nas costas...&lt;br /&gt;mas que hoje não carrega mais&lt;br /&gt;caminhando sem pressa&lt;br /&gt;não ha motivos para correr...&lt;br /&gt;tudo que quero trago comigo&lt;br /&gt;caminhando sem destino&lt;br /&gt;não me interessa de onde vim&lt;br /&gt;nem pra onde vou&lt;br /&gt;só a camihada faz sentido&lt;br /&gt;não estarei só&lt;br /&gt;ele estara comigo&lt;br /&gt;me indicando onde ir&lt;br /&gt;me afastando de todo mal&lt;br /&gt;ele sempre esteve,&lt;br /&gt;mas,só agora percebo &lt;br /&gt;claramente sua presença.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-116492910405591885?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/116492910405591885/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=116492910405591885&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/116492910405591885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/116492910405591885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2006/11/caminhada.html' title='A CAMINHADA'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-116424078905590073</id><published>2006-11-22T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T16:13:09.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EU INTEIRA</title><content type='html'>Resolvi esquecer os outros e &lt;br /&gt;pensar so em mim&lt;br /&gt;estou ficando egoista&lt;br /&gt;foi preciso eu cair pra saber que sou forte&lt;br /&gt;foi preciso me fazerem triste,pra eu ver&lt;br /&gt;que sou feliz sozinha&lt;br /&gt;que não preciso de nada nem ninguem pra&lt;br /&gt;me completar, sou inteira!&lt;br /&gt;se ás vezes eu grito e xingo,é pra botar&lt;br /&gt;pra fora o que me sufoca&lt;br /&gt;quem foi que disse que as moças não podem&lt;br /&gt;falar palavrão?Pois eu falo,um monte deles&lt;br /&gt;nem sendo santa eu agradaria os outros&lt;br /&gt;nem sendo puta eu agradaria voce&lt;br /&gt;nem santa nem puta...sou algo entre os dois!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-116424078905590073?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/116424078905590073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=116424078905590073&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/116424078905590073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/116424078905590073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2006/11/eu-inteira.html' title='EU INTEIRA'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-116389036441352860</id><published>2006-11-18T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T14:52:44.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A FELICIDADE DA IGNORANCIA</title><content type='html'>Outro dia acordei,na mesma cama de semre,&lt;br /&gt;na mesma vida de sempre.E fiquei pensando&lt;br /&gt;o que mudou,tudo aqui fora continua na&lt;br /&gt;mesma.Mas naquela epoca eu não sabia,&lt;br /&gt;ninguem havia me contado,eu não tinha&lt;br /&gt;me dado conta.E eu acreditava que aquilo&lt;br /&gt;era bom,dizia estar feliz.Se voce acreditar&lt;br /&gt;que esta feliz,não importa onde esteja,pode&lt;br /&gt;ser ate no inferno,se voce acreditar....&lt;br /&gt;voce é feliz.Problema é que agora que sei,&lt;br /&gt;não funciona mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-116389036441352860?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/116389036441352860/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=116389036441352860&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/116389036441352860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/116389036441352860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2006/11/felicidade-da-ignorancia.html' title='A FELICIDADE DA IGNORANCIA'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-116329209254064361</id><published>2006-11-11T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:41:32.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu me acerto</title><content type='html'>"Não pensa mais nada&lt;br /&gt;No final dá tudo certo de algum jeito&lt;br /&gt;Eu me acerto, eu tropeço&lt;br /&gt;E não passo do chão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ir que eu aguento&lt;br /&gt;Eu suporto a colisão&lt;br /&gt;Da verdade na contra-mão&lt;br /&gt;Eu sobrevivo&lt;br /&gt;E atinjo algum ponto&lt;br /&gt;Eu me apronto pro dia seguinte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escovo os dentes&lt;br /&gt;Abro a porta da frente&lt;br /&gt;Evito a foto sobre a mesa&lt;br /&gt;E ninguém aqui vai notar&lt;br /&gt;Que eu jamais serei a mesma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escovo os dentes&lt;br /&gt;Abro a porta da frente&lt;br /&gt;Evito a foto sobre a mesa&lt;br /&gt;E ninguém aqui vai notar&lt;br /&gt;Que eu jamais serei a mesma."&lt;br /&gt;Zelia Duncan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-116329209254064361?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/116329209254064361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=116329209254064361&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/116329209254064361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/116329209254064361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2006/11/eu-me-acerto_11.html' title='Eu me acerto'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-116295315198215932</id><published>2006-11-07T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T18:32:32.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEU HINO</title><content type='html'>"Não quero lhe falar meu grande amor das coisas que aprendi nos discos&lt;br /&gt;Quero lhe contar como eu vivi e tudo o que aconteceu comigo&lt;br /&gt;Viver é melhor que sonhar, eu sei que o amor é uma coisa boa&lt;br /&gt;Mas também sei que qualquer canto é menor do que a vida de qualquer pessoa..."&lt;br /&gt;Elis Regina.&lt;br /&gt;É engraçado como certas musicas marcam nossas vidas,essa musica marcou varias&lt;br /&gt;fases da minha vida.Lembro a primeira vez que ouvi ela(de madrugada,no quartinho&lt;br /&gt;de uma amiga,tinhamos voltado da rua e eu ia dormir lá)lembro de mim,de quem eu &lt;br /&gt;era,dos sonhos,que eram tantos...alguns realizei,outros não,Surgiram outros sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Tão diferente de quem sou hoje,do que me tornei.Tenho saudades daquela garota de &lt;br /&gt;antes,que era tão facil de se alegrar,bastava um gudam numa mão,um copo na outra,&lt;br /&gt;alguns amigos do lado e tava feliz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-116295315198215932?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/116295315198215932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=116295315198215932&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/116295315198215932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/116295315198215932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2006/11/meu-hino.html' title='MEU HINO'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-116260419351975152</id><published>2006-11-03T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T17:36:33.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAIS</title><content type='html'>Sera errado querer mais?&lt;br /&gt;mais do que se tem...&lt;br /&gt;mais do que o outro te oferece...&lt;br /&gt;mais da vida...&lt;br /&gt;mais amor...&lt;br /&gt;mais alegria...&lt;br /&gt;Não seria essa,uma forma de evoluir?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-116260419351975152?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/116260419351975152/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=116260419351975152&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/116260419351975152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/116260419351975152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2006/11/mais.html' title='MAIS'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-116247394920471594</id><published>2006-11-02T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T05:25:49.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOJE SEM GRAÇA</title><content type='html'>hoje acordei sem vontade de acordar...&lt;br /&gt;de ficar na cama, sem fazer nada o dia todo.&lt;br /&gt;Bom, todo dia é assim,a difernça é que hoje&lt;br /&gt;eu podia, ai não tem graça.Só é bom quando&lt;br /&gt;não pode.Engraçado como damos valor as coisas&lt;br /&gt;proibidas.To numa faze assim.De querer o que&lt;br /&gt;não tenho,quando eu tinha não dei valor,e sei&lt;br /&gt;que quando tiver novamente(se eu ter)já não &lt;br /&gt;tera graça.A graça está no que não temos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-116247394920471594?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/116247394920471594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=116247394920471594&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/116247394920471594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/116247394920471594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2006/11/hoje-sem-graa.html' title='HOJE SEM GRAÇA'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-116216447760970885</id><published>2006-10-29T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T15:27:57.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NA ALMA NÃO HÁ GAIOLAS</title><content type='html'>"A alegria é um passaro que só vem quando quer.&lt;br /&gt;Ela é livre.O maximo que podemos fazer é quebrar&lt;br /&gt;todas as gaiolas e cantar uma canção de amor,&lt;br /&gt;na esperança de que ela nos ouça.Oração é&lt;br /&gt;o nome que se dá a esta canção para invocar a&lt;br /&gt;alegria". Rubem Alves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-116216447760970885?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/116216447760970885/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=116216447760970885&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/116216447760970885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/116216447760970885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2006/10/na-alma-no-h-gaiolas_116216447760970885.html' title='NA ALMA NÃO HÁ GAIOLAS'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-116191451058391643</id><published>2006-10-26T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T19:01:50.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sozinha</title><content type='html'>"Hoje eu tô sozinha&lt;br /&gt;E não aceito conselho&lt;br /&gt;Vou pintar minhas unhas e meu cabelo de vermelho&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu tô sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se me levo ou se me acompanho&lt;br /&gt;Mas é que se eu perder, eu perco sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Mas é que se eu ganhar&lt;br /&gt;Aí é só eu que ganho"&lt;br /&gt;Ana Carolina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-116191451058391643?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/116191451058391643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=116191451058391643&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/116191451058391643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/116191451058391643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2006/10/sozinha.html' title='sozinha'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-116155558449962282</id><published>2006-10-22T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T15:19:44.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O SAPO</title><content type='html'>As vezes passamos a vida inteira beijando um sapo,&lt;br /&gt;esperando que ele vire principe.Voce beija o sapo,beija&lt;br /&gt;de novo,até joga ele na parede,e não acontece nada.&lt;br /&gt;Ignoramos o fato de que, tem sapo que é apenas sapo&lt;br /&gt;e não vai virar principe nunca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-116155558449962282?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/116155558449962282/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=116155558449962282&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/116155558449962282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/116155558449962282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2006/10/o-sapo.html' title='O SAPO'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-116095673916650150</id><published>2006-10-15T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T16:58:59.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o queijo</title><content type='html'>"Talvez mais importante do que tudo,ele percebeu&lt;br /&gt;que sempre há um novo queijo em algum lugar,mesmo&lt;br /&gt;que voce não saiba disso na ocasião.E que esse &lt;br /&gt;queijo é a recompensa quando se vence o medo e&lt;br /&gt;se passa a gostar da aventura."tirado do livro&lt;br /&gt;Quem Mexeu no Meu Queijo?&lt;br /&gt;     Hoje li esse livro,aprendi muitas coisas com&lt;br /&gt;ele.O medo nos paralisa,e nos impede de seguir em&lt;br /&gt;frente,tenho que vencer meu medo e seguir em busca&lt;br /&gt;do meu "queijo novo".Já que o mexeram no queijo.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho andado tão anciosa,querendo achar logo,&lt;br /&gt;que não percebi que o grande lance é encontrar&lt;br /&gt;prazer na busca.Talves eu nunca encontre o que &lt;br /&gt;proucuro,mas vou continuar minha busca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-116095673916650150?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/116095673916650150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=116095673916650150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/116095673916650150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/116095673916650150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2006/10/o-queijo.html' title='o queijo'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-116053202806605407</id><published>2006-10-10T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T19:00:28.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nina e li</title><content type='html'>estou com saudade de voces,la fora ta tão triste,as cadeiras&lt;br /&gt;estão vasias,antes eram nos,o vinho,as risadas,os cigaros .&lt;br /&gt;Agora é so eu,o cigarro e as cadeiras vazias.Nem cerveijinha&lt;br /&gt;tem mais.Nem fumar tem a mesma graça mais,antes fumavamos&lt;br /&gt;para comemorar o nosso encontro,Hoje eu fumo só.Seu lugar&lt;br /&gt;ta vasio, ninguem senta nele.Vem logo nos visitar.Eu os &lt;br /&gt;cigarros e o vinho estamos te esperando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-116053202806605407?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/116053202806605407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=116053202806605407&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/116053202806605407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/116053202806605407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2006/10/nina-e-li.html' title='nina e li'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-115906481099072863</id><published>2006-09-23T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T19:26:51.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ela</title><content type='html'>Ela esta cansada.Cansada de de fazer o que os outros &lt;br /&gt;esperam dela,de ser boa mãe,boa esposa,de viver essa&lt;br /&gt;vidinha sem graça,de estar ao seu lado e se sentir só&lt;br /&gt;Ela quer ser ela,descobrir do que gosta.Voce acha que&lt;br /&gt;ela está ao seu lado poque?por amor?ou porque os outros&lt;br /&gt;esperam isso dela?Quem pode amar essa vida?isso que voce&lt;br /&gt;dá pra ela,esse nada.Ela esta só e triste.Ela está a proucura&lt;br /&gt;de algo que não encontra em voce.Talvez o que ela proucura&lt;br /&gt;esta dentro dela.Ela quer se achar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-115906481099072863?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/115906481099072863/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=115906481099072863&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/115906481099072863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/115906481099072863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2006/09/ela.html' title='ela'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-115897901481146604</id><published>2006-09-22T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T19:36:54.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FELIZ</title><content type='html'>tenho em minha boca o remedio para a sua dor&lt;br /&gt;em meus braços o conforto para o seu coração&lt;br /&gt;posso te fazer feliz, se eu quiser,  posso fazer&lt;br /&gt;qualquer um feliz. Ainda to dando preferencia a&lt;br /&gt;voce,mas isso dura pouco,e eu tenho pressa...&lt;br /&gt;melhor que te fazer feliz,é eu ser feliz,com&lt;br /&gt;voce ou com qualquer um,isso não importa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-115897901481146604?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/115897901481146604/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=115897901481146604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/115897901481146604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/115897901481146604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2006/09/feliz.html' title='FELIZ'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-115880519327320574</id><published>2006-09-20T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T19:19:53.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>minha cidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3342/3191/1600/Foto_Valadares.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3342/3191/320/Foto_Valadares.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-115880519327320574?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/115880519327320574/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=115880519327320574&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/115880519327320574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/115880519327320574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2006/09/minha-cidade.html' title='minha cidade'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-115784711078407261</id><published>2006-09-09T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T17:11:50.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HORA DA VIRADA</title><content type='html'>"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Depois de algum tempo voce aprende adiferença, a sutil diferença &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;entre dar a mão e acorrentar a alma. E voce aprende que amar não significa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;apoiar-se, e que companhia nem sempre significa segurança. E começa a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;aprender que beijos não são contratos e presentes não são promessas. E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;começa a aceitar suas derrotas com a cabeça erguida e olhos adiante, com a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;graça de um adulto e não com a tristeza de uma criança ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;               ...E aprende que não importa o quanto voce se importe, algumas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pessoas não se importam. E aceita que não importa quão boa seja uma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pessoa, ela vai feri-lo de vez em quando e voce precisa perdoa-la por isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;              ...Aprende que não importa em quantos pedaços seu coração foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;partido ,o mundo não pára pra que voce o conserte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;              PORTANTO, PLANTE SEU JARDIM E DECORE SUA ALMA, AO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;INVÉS DE ESPERAR QUE ALGUÉM LHE TRAGA FLORES."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wiliam Shakespeare&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/29858172-115784711078407261?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/115784711078407261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=115784711078407261&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/115784711078407261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/115784711078407261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2006/09/hora-da-virada.html' title='HORA DA VIRADA'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-115747838861193406</id><published>2006-09-05T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T10:46:30.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"O amor só descansa quando morre.Um amor vivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;é um amor em conflito permanente."Paulo  Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&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/29858172-115747838861193406?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/115747838861193406/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=115747838861193406&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/115747838861193406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/115747838861193406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2006/09/amor.html' title='AMOR'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-115715955393572208</id><published>2006-09-01T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T18:12:34.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>surpresa</title><content type='html'>Sempre gostei de me gabar dizendo que ,nada  mais nessa&lt;br /&gt;vida me assusta,brigas,traições,maremotos...qualquer coisa,&lt;br /&gt;aí morre um parente, uma amiga leva chifres,o gato  se&lt;br /&gt;machuca,e eu, fico triste e surpresa,pensando como isso pode&lt;br /&gt;acontecer.Quer saber, que bom.Nos dias de hoje, onde a violencia foi banalizada,e as pessoas não se comovem com&lt;br /&gt;nada, é bom se surpreender com as coisas,tanto boas como&lt;br /&gt;ruins.Dias atras , aconteceu um lance comigo que me deixou,&lt;br /&gt;de cara,nunca havia imaginado,nen nos meus sonhos mais&lt;br /&gt;terrivéis(mentira,nos sonhos sim,neles rola de tudo)  Bom,&lt;br /&gt;mas o legal nisso tudo,foi saber como sou forte.Agora sei que&lt;br /&gt;posso tudo.Com o coração arranhado,meio espedaçado,mas&lt;br /&gt;viva.E preparada para outras surpresas que virão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-115715955393572208?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/115715955393572208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=115715955393572208&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/115715955393572208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/115715955393572208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2006/09/surpresa.html' title='surpresa'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-115609798239453638</id><published>2006-08-20T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T19:54:24.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MULHER INVIZIVEL</title><content type='html'>o que fazer quando alguem te olha mas não ve? tentar&lt;br /&gt;chamar a atenção?não sei , talves seja melhor ir levado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a vida ,deixar pra la.Problema é que eu não sou mulher&lt;br /&gt;de deixar pra lá , gosto de ser vista,de chamar atenção,&lt;br /&gt;de ser notada,coisas de leonina,de ser mimada....Defini&lt;br /&gt;tivamente não posso ser tratada como uma mulher&lt;br /&gt;invizivel,porque onde passo sou vista,notada,não por&lt;br /&gt;ser linda ou horroroza,tenho uma beleza comum.Mas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;não sou uma mulher comun,se engana quem acredita &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nisso.Odeio o anonimato,bom, não pensem que sou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;uma exibida.Sou timida, até sentir que o lugar é seguro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e que estou entre amigos...aí eu me espalho.Tenho a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;alma no olhar.Facilmente se descobre o que estou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sentindo, mas tambem não entrego tudo assim de&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bandeija,gosto de deixar um pouco guadado.&lt;br /&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/29858172-115609798239453638?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/115609798239453638/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=115609798239453638&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/115609798239453638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/115609798239453638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2006/08/mulher-invizivel.html' title='MULHER INVIZIVEL'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-115500332888383726</id><published>2006-08-07T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T19:15:30.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOLA CHEIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tão bom sentir se desejada,sentir aquele olhar&lt;br /&gt;que a muito não sentia, gosto de despertar&lt;br /&gt;isso ,gosto de sentir q ainda desperto isso&lt;br /&gt;e faz bem pro ego,que esta tão ferido,mas não hoje...&lt;br /&gt;hoje eu to feliz...como a muito tempo.''a vida é da cor que&lt;br /&gt;agente pinta'' e eu pintei a minha de rosa hoje. Hoje eu&lt;br /&gt;me basto,não quero ninguem ao meu lado, só meu careta,&lt;br /&gt;hoje eu to de bola cheia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/29858172-115500332888383726?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/115500332888383726/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=115500332888383726&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/115500332888383726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/115500332888383726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2006/08/bola-cheia.html' title='BOLA CHEIA'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-115327476608287723</id><published>2006-07-18T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T19:06:06.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POR QUE</title><content type='html'>Por que as vez amar é tão complicado? por que&lt;br /&gt;a gente sofre tanto?se te machuca tanto não era&lt;br /&gt;mais facil deixar pra la,partir pra outra. Por que&lt;br /&gt;querer algo que não tem? Todo mundo é assim,ou&lt;br /&gt;eu é que sou burra mesmo?Insistir em algo que não&lt;br /&gt;se sabe o que vai dar,chorar até ficar desidratada.&lt;br /&gt;Por que não comprei cigarros,eles fazem compania&lt;br /&gt;nessa hora.Não sei,talvez seja melhor parar por aqui,enquanto tenho ainda alguma dignidade&lt;br /&gt;''que essa vontade de ir embora se tranforme na&lt;br /&gt;paz que eu mereço,que essa dor  que me corroi por&lt;br /&gt;dentro seja um dia recompençada''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-115327476608287723?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/115327476608287723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=115327476608287723&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/115327476608287723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/115327476608287723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2006/07/por-que.html' title='POR QUE'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-115305373526502368</id><published>2006-07-16T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T05:42:15.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;''muitos dias e semanas inteiras sem receber nenhum  gesto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;de carinho do proximo.São períodos dificeis,quando o calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;humano some de nossas vidas,e a vida se resume a um árduo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;esforço de sobrevivencia.Nos monentos em que o fogo alheio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;não aquece nossa alma,devemos examinar nossa propria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;lareira.Devemos colocar mais lenha,e tentar iluminar a sala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;escura em que nossa vida se transformou...Se somos capazes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;de amar,tambem seremos capazes de sermos amados''. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-115305373526502368?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/115305373526502368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=115305373526502368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/115305373526502368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/115305373526502368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2006/07/amar.html' title='AMAR'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-115224052659808890</id><published>2006-07-06T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T19:48:46.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CARINHOSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não fugirias mais de mim'' ha o pixinguiha sabe das coisas''Ah se tu soubesses como sou tão carinhosaE o muito, muito que te queroE como é sincero o meu amorEu sei que tu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-115224052659808890?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/115224052659808890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=115224052659808890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/115224052659808890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/115224052659808890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2006/07/carinhosa.html' title='CARINHOSA'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-115200691234134106</id><published>2006-07-04T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T02:55:12.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cancei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;mentiras,acusaçoes,desconfiancas,sera que tudo se resume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;nisso? estou cansada desse jogo ,sera esse o tal jogo da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;vida?se for eu digo q cancei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&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/29858172-115200691234134106?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-115187549586381822</id><published>2006-07-02T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T14:24:55.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>perdoar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;''depois de pensar um pouco ela viu que não havia mais motivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e nem razão e pode perdoa-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;é facil culpar os outros mas a vida não precisa de juízes a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;questão é sermos razoavéis.E por isso voltou pra quem sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;amou  mesmo levando a dor daquela mágoa....É so voce lavar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;o rosto e deixar que a agua suja leve longe do seu corpo o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;infeliz passado...'' jota quest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-115187549586381822?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/115187549586381822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=115187549586381822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/115187549586381822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/115187549586381822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2006/07/perdoar.html' title='perdoar'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-115171042205952755</id><published>2006-06-30T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T16:33:42.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O OUTRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;' podemos mudar a nos mesmos. ninguem consegue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me mudar, e eu não posso mudar ninguem. mas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;necessito do outro para mudar. preciso que o outro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;m'soe espelhe para que eu veja o que deve ser alterado.''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;chega de enrolar , a  hora é agora, chega de deixar pra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;depois...quero mudar tudo, as vezes toma uma na cara é&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bom... ajuda a acordar! eu acordei!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-115171042205952755?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/115171042205952755/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=115171042205952755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/115171042205952755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/115171042205952755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2006/06/o-outro.html' title='O OUTRO'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-115136519994779529</id><published>2006-06-26T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T16:39:59.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROUBADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;felicidade,alegria,sorrizo,levaram tudo...&lt;br /&gt;um pedaço de min,um pedaço bom. Agora quero&lt;br /&gt;que esse ladrão me devolva  tudo que ele &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;friamente me tomou. não sei se ele vai poder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;talvez ninguem possa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-115136519994779529?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/115136519994779529/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=115136519994779529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/115136519994779529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/115136519994779529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2006/06/roubada.html' title='ROUBADA'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29858172.post-115056391636301207</id><published>2006-06-17T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T10:05:44.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A MUDANÇA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"...Tô mudando o meu destino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joguei fora o que não presta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora eu quero mesmo e vou enlouquecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É hora da virada partir pro tudo ou nada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não tô com nem um tempo pra perder..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29858172-115056391636301207?l=horadavirada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/feeds/115056391636301207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29858172&amp;postID=115056391636301207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/115056391636301207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29858172/posts/default/115056391636301207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horadavirada.blogspot.com/2006/06/mudana.html' title='A MUDANÇA'/><author><name>Rena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712332492283098058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
