<?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-16899886</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:20:22.713-03:00</updated><title type='text'>customize your life,</title><subtitle type='html'>conquer your fear.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-6756160537356147538</id><published>2007-04-17T14:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T14:15:08.565-03:00</updated><title type='text'>irmão.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Eu me sinto bem ao teu lado. Me sinto parte de uma família que escolhi para mim. Me sinto Linhares Boakari até de todo jeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Tenho tanto orgulho de ti, dessa tua garra escondida por trás dessa preguiça que é tão igual a minha. Dessa tua leseira que é tão igual a minha. Da tua inteligência, do teu carinho, do teu ser tão família.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Amo poder contar contigo, te ter perto.. te ter no meu coração e saber que estou no teu. (Sim eu sei que estou! hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Minha irmã mais velha quase de sangue. Mas quem se importa com o sangue quando o coração pulsa na mesma cadência? Quem se importa com o sangue quando o bem-querer é o mesmo que sinto por meus irmãos Ferreira?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Feliz dia para sempre! Eu te amo, Biá!&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/16899886-6756160537356147538?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6756160537356147538/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=6756160537356147538&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/6756160537356147538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/6756160537356147538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/irmo.html' title='irmão.'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-3402119428953902187</id><published>2007-04-14T02:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T02:15:53.469-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu tio Francis.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sinto falta de arrumar a casa p ele chegar e n poder tocar nos papéis. aqueles ficam bagunçados ali em cima da mesa, mas que p ele são os mais organizados do mundo. p ele, aquela pilha meio sem conexão p quem vê, é a maior organização do mundo.. ali ele se acha e acha o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta de falar baixo p não atrapalhar o estudo dele q é interminável. pra ele que sabe tanto e quer saber tão mais.. e vai saber.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta de ouvir aquele dialeto estranho, que nunca ouvi na vida, mas que soa tão belo e tão cheio de paixões.sinto falta de fumar ali fora, no nosso terraço, que foi decorado tão apreensivamente pelo medo do que ele ía achar, do que ele ía dizer.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta do número que era p eu ligar em caso de emergência. mas só em caso de EMERGÊNCIA.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta de um "olá, mamá" que só ele sabe dizer. com um sotaque que só ele tem, mesmo depois de tantos anos de convivio com o português.&lt;br /&gt;E sinto um pesar tão grande por ter estado tão ausente quando ele esteve tão próximo fisicamente.&lt;br /&gt;Mas é amor o que sinto por ele. amor daqueles que filha sente por pai. daqueles sem fim e sem abalos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;É amor o que sinto e o que desejo para o MEU TIO FRANCIS!&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/16899886-3402119428953902187?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3402119428953902187/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=3402119428953902187&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/3402119428953902187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/3402119428953902187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/meu-tio-francis.html' title='Meu tio Francis.'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-3338053854320008556</id><published>2007-04-14T01:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T01:52:23.783-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que faz você feliz?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwGKuqEwt5s/RiBdaYF6WLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/f_QL4xzzy_E/s1600-h/Minha+japonesinha!!!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053141489634924722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwGKuqEwt5s/RiBdaYF6WLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/f_QL4xzzy_E/s320/Minha+japonesinha!!!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;A lua, a praia, o mar, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt; rua, a saia, amar… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Um doce, uma dança, um beijo o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;u é a goiabada com queijo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Afinal, o que faz você feliz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Chocolate, paixão, dormir cedo, acordar tarde, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;rroz com feijão, matar a saudade… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;O aumento, a casa, o carro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt; que você sempre quis o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;u são os sonhos que te fazem feliz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Um filme, um dia, uma semana, u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;m bem, um biquíni, a grama… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Dormir na rede, matar a sede, ler… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Ou viver um romance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;O que faz você feliz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Um lápis, uma letra, uma conversa boa, u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;m cafuné, café com leite, rir à toa, u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;m pássaro, ser dono do seu nariz… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Ou será um choro que te faz feliz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;A causa, a pausa, o sorvete, s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;entir o vento, esquecer o tempo, o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt; sal, o sol, um som, o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt; ar, a pessoa ou o lugar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Agora me diz.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;O que faz você feliz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;[Arnaldo Antunes]&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/16899886-3338053854320008556?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3338053854320008556/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=3338053854320008556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/3338053854320008556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/3338053854320008556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/o-que-faz-voc-feliz.html' title='O que faz você feliz?'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwGKuqEwt5s/RiBdaYF6WLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/f_QL4xzzy_E/s72-c/Minha+japonesinha!!!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-1819385926018392018</id><published>2007-04-08T17:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T17:42:30.365-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O mundo dá voltas, sacoé?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;E cá estou eu novamente para dizer que apesar das voltas no mesmo eixo, fui parar em outro lugar.. ainda na mesma cidade, porém beeeeeem mais perto do que eu quero (ou penso que quero!), de onde eu quero.. enfim! TÁ PERTO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;E eu já sinto saudades, porque, como já disse, nasci para sentir saudades.. e eu as sinto por antecipação SIM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Não com todo o orgulho que esse "sim" em letras maiúsculas parece exaltar, mas sentir saudades é estar vivo e amar, não é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;E eu amo! Amo muito e muito fortemente. Amo por que me faz bem amar. E amar é uma das coisas que faço bem. Apesar da antipatia que me é peculiar, das minhas chatices, dos abusos.. eu amo. E amo muito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Amo você, você, você.. e amo você, mamãe! E é de você que eu mais sinto saudades na vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Eu sinto saudades quando eu venho para meu quarto e você está ali no seu. Dois passos nos separam? Mas meu coração já aperta.. e aperta mais quando eu penso que está tão perto o dia de eu ir atrás do que eu quero.. e que quando eu for em busca disso, eu vou só. E vou olhar para o lado e você não vai estar lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Aí vou olhar para o meu coração e eu sei que você vai estar lá, minha gordinha. Fazendo "ha háái" quando eu pensar uma besteira ou até quando eu disser essa besteira em voz alta para mim mesma, não é ? Fazendo "ha háái" quando eu conseguir algo, quando eu me tacar em algum lugar, quando eu gritar qualquer bobagem etc. Você vai estar lá e eu com você. Não importa aonde isso seja.. nossos corações estarão pregados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Mas aí, de repente, eu vou me ver nos teus braços, encostada no teu colo.. te ouvindo dizer "maminha linda" bem no meu ouvido enquanto eu recebo o melhor abraço do mundo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;E eu sei que isso vai acontecer! Porque o mundo dá voltas.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16899886-1819385926018392018?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1819385926018392018/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=1819385926018392018&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/1819385926018392018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/1819385926018392018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/o-mundo-d-voltas-saco.html' title='O mundo dá voltas, sacoé?'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-114593976243258095</id><published>2006-04-25T01:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T01:36:02.446-03:00</updated><title type='text'>a tulipa quebrou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"se eu cantar, não chore não, é só poesia. eu só preciso ter você por mais um dia.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;será tão difícil assim se permitir viver e ser feliz?&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/16899886-114593976243258095?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114593976243258095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=114593976243258095&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/114593976243258095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/114593976243258095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2006/04/tulipa-quebrou.html' title='a tulipa quebrou...'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-114481490499716249</id><published>2006-04-12T01:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T01:08:25.020-03:00</updated><title type='text'>aahhhh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;eu quero um brilho intenso, um desejo, eu quero um beijo.. um beijo imenso, onde eu possa me afogar!!!! &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/16899886-114481490499716249?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114481490499716249/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=114481490499716249&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/114481490499716249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/114481490499716249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2006/04/aahhhh.html' title='aahhhh...'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-114456235333151699</id><published>2006-04-09T02:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T03:01:19.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'>hj eu acordei um pouquinho rock'n roll..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"o amor comeu meu silêncio, minha dor de cabeça, meu medo da morte.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;comeu tb minha vontade de falar sobre.. até mesmo ctg. e eu só queria uma tulipinha de chope..... uma única tulipa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16899886-114456235333151699?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114456235333151699/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=114456235333151699&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/114456235333151699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/114456235333151699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2006/04/hj-eu-acordei-um-pouquinho-rockn-roll.html' title='hj eu acordei um pouquinho rock&apos;n roll..'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-113953750907016524</id><published>2006-02-10T00:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T00:11:25.086-02:00</updated><title type='text'>..e tocA um tanto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Canta que é no canto que eu vou chegar. Canta o teu encanto que é pra me encantar. Canta para mim, qualquer coisa assim sobre você. Que explique a minha paz. Tristeza nunca mais."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"Abre essa janela! A primavera quer entrar pra fazer da nossa voz uma só nota."&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/16899886-113953750907016524?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113953750907016524/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=113953750907016524&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113953750907016524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113953750907016524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2006/02/e-toca-um-tanto.html' title='..e tocA um tanto!'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-113909432724384297</id><published>2006-02-04T21:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T21:07:37.586-02:00</updated><title type='text'>laço e abraço..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu nunca tinha reparado como é curioso um laço... Uma fita dando voltas? Se enrosca... Mas não se embola, vira, revira, circula e pronto: está dando o laço. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;É assim que é o abraço: coração com coração, tudo isso cercado de abraço. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;É assim que é o laço: um abraço no presente, no cabelo, no vestido, em qualquer coisa onde o faço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E quando puxo uma ponta, o que é que acontece? Vai escorregando devagarinho, desmancha, desfaz o braço. Solta o presente, o cabelo, fica solto no vestido. E na fita, que curioso, não faltou nenhum pedaço. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah! Então é assim o amor, a amizade. Tudo que é sentimento? Como um pedaço de fita? Enrosca, segura um pouquinho, mas pode se desfazer a qualquer hora, deixando livre as duas bandas do laço. Por isso é que se diz: laço afetivo, laço de amizade. Então quando alguém briga, se diz "romperam-se os laços...". E saem as duas partes, igual aos pedaços de fita, sem perder nenhum pedaço. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Então o amor é isso... Não prende, não escraviza, não aperta, não sufoca... quando vira nó é porque deixou de ser um laço. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;José Mário O. R. Barbosa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E tem nó que é difííícil de desfazer.. melhor pegar outra fita, então! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16899886-113909432724384297?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113909432724384297/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=113909432724384297&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113909432724384297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113909432724384297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2006/02/lao-e-abrao.html' title='laço e abraço..'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-113892140672185784</id><published>2006-02-02T21:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T21:16:35.596-02:00</updated><title type='text'>me gustas tu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me gusta la moto, me gustas tu. Me gusta la guitarra, me gustas tu. Me gusta el viento, me gustas tu. Me gusta la lluvia, me gustas tu. Me gusta soñar, me gustas tu.&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/16899886-113892140672185784?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113892140672185784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=113892140672185784&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113892140672185784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113892140672185784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2006/02/me-gustas-tu.html' title='me gustas tu.'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-113868147341380357</id><published>2006-01-31T02:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T04:22:11.620-02:00</updated><title type='text'>..você nem viu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3880/1616/1600/resolve%20flor%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3880/1616/200/resolve%20flor%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3880/1616/1600/resolve%20flor%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;bem atrás da casa havia uma linda flor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EU VI!!!!!! eu vi.. ;D&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/16899886-113868147341380357?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113868147341380357/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=113868147341380357&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113868147341380357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113868147341380357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/voc-nem-viu.html' title='..você nem viu!'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-113839426363345953</id><published>2006-01-27T18:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T18:37:43.673-02:00</updated><title type='text'>facismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;só pq veio, eu fui.. e do que adiantou? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16899886-113839426363345953?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113839426363345953/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=113839426363345953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113839426363345953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113839426363345953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/facismo.html' title='facismo'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-113805900784398538</id><published>2006-01-23T21:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T21:30:07.876-02:00</updated><title type='text'>às minhas amigas..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Há quem diga que mulheres, quando são amigas, ficam insuportáveis, porque concordam sempre uma com a outra e não se desgrudam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Há quem diga que as mulheres são falsas e fofoqueiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Há quem diga que as mulheres brigam, discutem, se desentendem, mas nunca deixam de ser amigas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A verdade é que é muito bom ter amigas. A cumplicidade, o carinho e a compreensão que pode acontecer entre duas mulheres são das coisas mais lindas que somos capazes de alcançar. A vida nos apresenta milhares de pessoas. E cada uma delas vem cumprir um papel conosco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu tenho saudade de todas as amigas que já tive na vida, mesmo aquelas que me machucaram. E tenho saudades de mim mesma quando lembro de alguma amiga que perdi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aquela amiga desbocada que se mete em encrenca, mas faz você rir muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tem aquela outra que é chorona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aquela para quem você conta absolutamente tudo, e sente que foi entendida, e sai aliviada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aquela que te dá broncas e manda você parar de roer as unhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aquela que passa com você o momento mais difícil da sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aquela que liga todo dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aquela que te abraçou em silêncio e sentiu você chorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aquela que faz tudo que você pede.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aquela que ouve quando você está apaixonada e passa horas falando do mesmo assunto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E aquela outra que exige a sua atenção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tem também aquela que apóia as suas loucuras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aquela que só liga no dia do seu aniversário e que mesmo assim você adora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aquela que te deu o conselho certo, que você não ouviu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aquela que defende você de tudo e de todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aquela que chora a sua dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aquela que era a mais chegada, mas some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E aquela que é uma irmã para você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E tem também a melhor amiga, aquela, que é simplesmente aquela. (AQUELA e não aquela...s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Digo, sem piscar, que a vida vale a pena por causa da amizade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Recebi esse texto por mail.&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/16899886-113805900784398538?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113805900784398538/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=113805900784398538&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113805900784398538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113805900784398538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/s-minhas-amigas.html' title='às minhas amigas..'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-113789922621571270</id><published>2006-01-22T01:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T01:07:43.370-02:00</updated><title type='text'>fasten your seatbelt and hold on tight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nem sempre uma porta aberta é sinal de coisa boa. Uff..&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive. o.O&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/16899886-113789922621571270?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113789922621571270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=113789922621571270&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113789922621571270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113789922621571270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/fasten-your-seatbelt-and-hold-on-tight.html' title='fasten your seatbelt and hold on tight.'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-113729096257632578</id><published>2006-01-15T00:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T00:09:22.596-02:00</updated><title type='text'>eu ando pelo mundo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;e transito entre dois lados. de um lado eu gosto de opostos..&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/16899886-113729096257632578?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113729096257632578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=113729096257632578&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113729096257632578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113729096257632578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/eu-ando-pelo-mundo.html' title='eu ando pelo mundo.'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-113642953650787017</id><published>2006-01-05T00:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T23:58:31.816-02:00</updated><title type='text'>eu apenas queria que você soubesse..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu apenas queria que você soubesse que aquela alegria ainda está comigo.. e que a minha ternura não ficou na estrada, não ficou no tempo presa na poeira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu apenas queria que você soubesse que esta menina hoje é uma mulher e que esta mulher é uma menina que colheu seu fruto flor do seu carinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu apenas queria dizer a todo mundo que me gosta que hoje eu me gosto muito mais, porque me entendo muito mais também. E que a atitude de recomeçar é todo dia, toda hora; é se respeitar na sua força e fé e se olhar bem fundo até o dedão do pé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu apenas queira que você soubesse que essa criança brinca nesta roda e não teme o corte de novas feridas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Gonzaguinha)&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/16899886-113642953650787017?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113642953650787017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=113642953650787017&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113642953650787017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113642953650787017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/eu-apenas-queria-que-voc-soubesse.html' title='eu apenas queria que você soubesse..'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-113642420571117544</id><published>2006-01-04T23:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T23:27:15.830-02:00</updated><title type='text'>it's time to face the truth..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3880/1616/1600/carta.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3880/1616/320/carta.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;kurt halsey frederiksen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="home is nice." href="http://www.kurthalsey.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16899886-113642420571117544?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113642420571117544/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=113642420571117544&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113642420571117544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113642420571117544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-time-to-face-truth.html' title='it&apos;s time to face the truth..'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-113639023596307577</id><published>2006-01-04T13:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T13:58:00.866-02:00</updated><title type='text'>veja bem, meu bem..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Canto que é de canto que eu vou chegar. Canto e toco um tanto que é pra te encantar. Canto para mim, qualquer coisa assim sobre você que explique a minha paz.. tristeza nunca mais!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16899886-113639023596307577?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113639023596307577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=113639023596307577&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113639023596307577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113639023596307577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/veja-bem-meu-bem.html' title='veja bem, meu bem..'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-113625178381645647</id><published>2006-01-02T23:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T23:34:38.996-02:00</updated><title type='text'>cometas e estrelas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Há pessoas estrelas e há pessoas cometas. Os cometas passam. Apenas são lembrados pelas datas que passam e retornam. As estrelas permanecem, os cometas desaparecem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há muita gente cometa, passam pela vida da gente, apenas por instantes. Gente que não prende ninguém e a ninguém se prende. Gente sem amigos. Gente que passa pela vida sem iluminar, sem aquecer, sem marcar presença. Há muita gente cometa, assim são muitos e muitos artistas. Brilham apenas por instantes nos palcos da vida. E com a mesma rapidez com que aparecem, também desaparecem. Assim são muitos reis e rainhas de todos os tipos. Reis de nações, rainhas de clubes ou concursos de beleza. Assim rapazes e moças que se enamoram e se deixam com a maior facilidade. Assim são pessoas que vivem numa mesma família e que passam pelo outro sem serem presença.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Importante é ser estrela, estar presente, marcar presença, estar juntos. Ser luz, ser calor, ser vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigo é estrela, podem passar os anos, podem surgir distâncias, mas a marca fica no coração, coração que não quer enamorar-se de cometas que apenas atraem olhares passageiros. E muitos são cometas por um momento, passam, a gente bate palma e desaparecem. Ser cometa é não ser amigo, é ser companheiro por instantes, é implorar sentimentos, ser aproveitador das pessoas e das situações, é fazer acreditar e desacreditar ao mesmo tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A solidão de muitas pessoas é conseqüência de que não podem contar com ninguém, a solidão é resultado de uma vida cometa, ninguém fica, todos passam. E a gente também passa pelos outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há necessidade de criar um mundo de estrelas, todos os dias poder vê-las e senti-las, todos os dias poder contar com elas, todos os dias ver sua luz e calor. Assim são os amigos, estrelas na vida da gente, pode-se contar com eles. Eles são uma presença, são coragem nos momentos de tensão. São fortaleza nos momentos de fraqueza, são segurança nos momentos de desânimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhando as cometas, é bom sentir-se estrela. Marcar presença, ter vivido e construído uma história pessoal. Ter sido luz para muitos amigos, ter sido calor para muitos amigos. Ter sido calor para muitos corações, ser estrela neste mundo passageiro, neste mundo cheio de pessoas cometas, é um desafio, mas acima de tudo, uma recompensa. É nascer e ter vivido e não apenas existido!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Recebi esse texto pelas mensagens do Orkut. Não sei quem escreveu.. sei foi a pessoa que mandou ou outro alguém.&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/16899886-113625178381645647?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113625178381645647/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=113625178381645647&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113625178381645647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113625178381645647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/cometas-e-estrelas.html' title='cometas e estrelas.'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-113590997124320880</id><published>2005-12-30T00:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T01:23:32.226-02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll see you in 2006.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sejamos saudáveis e felizes. Tenhamos dinheiro também, que é bom! ;P E que este ano seja de mudanças, meu senhor.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;M U N D A N Ç A S ! Ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16899886-113590997124320880?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113590997124320880/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=113590997124320880&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113590997124320880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113590997124320880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/12/ill-see-you-in-2006.html' title='I&apos;ll see you in 2006.'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-113539773124836838</id><published>2005-12-24T02:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T02:15:31.386-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"santa claus is coming to town.."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Querido Papai Noel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fui uma menina muito boa esse ano, paguei pecados por todos os meus 20 anos e por mais uns 3 ou 4 que virão.. cuidei bem das minhas pessoas, não fui tão estupida como de costume, amei bastante e fui legal com (quase) todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Queria de presente um Sacolão, esse mesmo q tás pensando. Um Sacolão cheio de amor, carinho, cuidados.. por favor, Papai Noel! Eu mereço, né? ;PPP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Um beijo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mariel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S.: seus biscoitinhos estão em cima da geladeira, porque em qualquer outro lugar, o Koda alcança!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16899886-113539773124836838?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113539773124836838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=113539773124836838&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113539773124836838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113539773124836838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/12/santa-claus-is-coming-to-town.html' title='&quot;santa claus is coming to town..&quot;'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-113531083898479127</id><published>2005-12-23T01:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T02:07:19.020-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"todos os nossos sonhos serão verdade.."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;queria ter 5 anos e ganhar presentes do papai, da mamãe, do papai noel, dos duendes, das tias, dos tios, dos avós.. queria ter 5 anos e ganhar presentes de natal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;afinal de contas, o que é natal sem presentes ao pé da árvore? aqui, nem árvore teve nesses últimos anos.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;crescer é o fim, minhas pessoas, É O FIM!&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/16899886-113531083898479127?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113531083898479127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=113531083898479127&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113531083898479127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113531083898479127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/12/todos-os-nossos-sonhos-sero-verdade.html' title='&quot;todos os nossos sonhos serão verdade..&quot;'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-113336561423784170</id><published>2005-11-30T13:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T02:35:40.986-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"as minhas meninas, pra onde é que elas vão?"  [o teu Chico]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;vou falar um pouco sobre saudade, e sobre este assunto posso falar com propriedade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hoje o bem mais precioso (digo "bem" mesmo, porque "pertence a..", pertence por completo... e como é ruim estar longe de quem te é um bem) de alguém que gosto vai embora, vai passear num litoral nem tão distante assim (nada de meio globo dessa vez. uff).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;e se meu coração está apertado, imagino como está o teu, que tem como amor maior o amor dessa pequena.. que vive e respira "a neném".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;vou te confessar uma coisa: há muito tempo não me sentia tão bem como me senti durante aqueles "15 minutos" que me presenteaste domingo. Foram minutos perfeitos, de conversa interessante e beijinho estaladinho. e se eu já sentia saudades antes de conhecer.. sinto mais agora q não verei tão cedo. ai..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sei que será difícil, que serão dias de lágrimas.. mas vai passar rapidinho e é tão perto! tão perto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;quisera eu que há um tempo atrás fosse TÃO PERTO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;então, meu querido, não fiques triste. mas se ficares, saibas que tens em mim uma amiga sempre pronta p tentar de todas as formas amenizar essa tal saudade; tens em mim um ombro pronto para receber lágrimas e braços prontos para te apertar e encher de carinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;estou aqui.. é só chamar! e já que agora és da "vizinhança", o encontro é &lt;em&gt;the flash&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16899886-113336561423784170?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113336561423784170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=113336561423784170&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113336561423784170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113336561423784170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/as-minhas-meninas-pra-onde-que-elas-vo.html' title='&quot;as minhas meninas, pra onde é que elas vão?&quot;  [o teu Chico]'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-113332716893212000</id><published>2005-11-30T03:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T13:29:49.386-02:00</updated><title type='text'>se me perco, me encontro em você.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;é que eu costumo me perder nos meus pensamentos. e quando me acho (hein? não meeente, garota), tou mais perdida ainda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ffffffffff.. (suspiro!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16899886-113332716893212000?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113332716893212000/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=113332716893212000&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113332716893212000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113332716893212000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/se-me-perco-me-encontro-em-voc.html' title='se me perco, me encontro em você.'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-113276485629478236</id><published>2005-11-23T14:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T14:54:16.330-02:00</updated><title type='text'>não sou simpática, nem delicada, nem isso, nem aquilo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"minha falta de simpatia supera de longe a boa educação que minha mãe me deu." (vi em tal lugar pelo orkut, achei minha cara e peguei.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;eu deveria andar com este dado estampado na testa. e outros..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16899886-113276485629478236?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113276485629478236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=113276485629478236&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113276485629478236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113276485629478236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/no-sou-simptica-nem-delicada-nem-isso.html' title='não sou simpática, nem delicada, nem isso, nem aquilo..'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-113228799590921327</id><published>2005-11-18T02:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T02:29:25.520-02:00</updated><title type='text'>drove down to the beach he always said was too far.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;he wondered how she'd take it when he said goodbye. thought she might do some cryin': lose some sleep at night. but he had no idea, when he hit the road, that without him in her life, she'd let herself go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;when he said he didn't love her no more, she let herself go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;had the time of her life with some friends at the lake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Strait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;uhum.. she let herself go in a good way!!&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/16899886-113228799590921327?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113228799590921327/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=113228799590921327&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113228799590921327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113228799590921327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/drove-down-to-beach-he-always-said-was.html' title='drove down to the beach he always said was too far.'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-113211646264282011</id><published>2005-11-16T02:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T02:49:11.006-02:00</updated><title type='text'>no, i did not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3880/1616/1600/LC%20-%20Nov%202005%20189.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and so it is.. just like you said it would be. life goes easy on me most of the time. and so it is.. the shorter story. no love, no glory.. no hero in her skies. i can't take my eyes off of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and so it is.. just like you said it should be. we'll both forget the breeze most of the time. and so it is.. the colder water, the blower's daughter, the pupil in denial. i can't take my eyes off of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;did I say that I loathe you? did I say that I want to leave it all behind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i can't take my mind off of you. my mind... 'til I find somebody new.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(mr. rice guy - the blowers daughter)&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/16899886-113211646264282011?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113211646264282011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=113211646264282011&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113211646264282011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113211646264282011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/no-i-did-not.html' title='no, i did not.'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-113177954084878248</id><published>2005-11-12T05:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T05:12:20.863-02:00</updated><title type='text'>fuíte no mar..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;vou ali. já volto..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;auf wiedersehen.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16899886-113177954084878248?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113177954084878248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=113177954084878248&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113177954084878248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113177954084878248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/fute-no-mar.html' title='fuíte no mar..'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-113168898431132850</id><published>2005-11-11T03:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T04:03:04.326-02:00</updated><title type='text'>usemos, pois..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3880/1616/1600/camisinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3880/1616/320/camisinha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;liiiiiiiiiinda... hehehehhh &lt;/span&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/16899886-113168898431132850?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113168898431132850/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=113168898431132850&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113168898431132850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113168898431132850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/usemos-pois.html' title='usemos, pois..'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-113160470199139970</id><published>2005-11-10T04:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T02:49:59.876-02:00</updated><title type='text'>no bunker dela..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3880/1616/1600/f??vo"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3880/1616/320/f%3F%3Fvo%20e%20arthur%20129.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3880/1616/1600/f??vo"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;bem que eu podia morar num Bunker. na verdade, acho que morreria doida.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;óóóó, céééuus!! um luz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ou duas, três..&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/16899886-113160470199139970?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113160470199139970/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=113160470199139970&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113160470199139970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113160470199139970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/no-bunker-dela.html' title='no bunker dela..'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-113129813454102939</id><published>2005-11-06T15:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T02:50:15.800-02:00</updated><title type='text'>uhum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;family is at the center of life's meaning. individuals linked together by a golden chain of love, family celebrates triumphs and shares adversities across generations and across the miles. like a neverending hug, family encircles each member with steadfast devotion and enduring love. family is belonging to and believing in each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;achei isso num porta-retrato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*obrigada, heitôrio.. ajeitei! ;P &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/16899886-113129813454102939?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113129813454102939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=113129813454102939&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113129813454102939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113129813454102939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/uhum.html' title='uhum'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-113099358989605766</id><published>2005-11-03T02:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T02:49:29.763-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"e o sol bem cedinho vem anunciando.."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;não sou a pessoa mais sociável de todas, longe disso, sou daquelas que impedem a entrada de pessoas na vida, sabe? mas ultimamente tenho me permitido dá a cara a bater.. e como tem sido bom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;acho que "escolher" demais não foi muito bom p mim, pq agora, minha vida tá cheia de pessoas lindas que entraram assim.. de repente. cheia de pessoas que entraram e eu não ousei negar meu coração. e ele bate tão.. hum.. compassado, como diriam algumas dessas pessoas, com um arranjo musical perfeito, cheia de "tocadores" (de instrumentos e/ou de corações).&lt;br /&gt;descobrir que as pessoas têm coisas parecidas com você.. que suas coisas mais bestas combinam perfeitamente com as mais bestas de outros, que tem gente q também ama dicionários, que tem gente q tem noias iguais às suas, que cuidam de ti como tu cuida delas.. se for p listar igualdades, não termino esse texto em vida. claro que há diferenças! sempre há.. e junto com elas vem o respeito.. fundamental!&lt;br /&gt;como diria também uma dessas pessoas.. "para dizer que o ano teve algumas coisas de bom..", não me canso de repetir: que aquisições, senhores, que aquisições!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;não queria dizer o clássico "vcs sabem quem são", mas não vou poder fugir disso, então: vcs sabem quem são! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;obrigada. de coração!! MUITO OBRIGADA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ando mais sentimental que nunca.. ;P&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/16899886-113099358989605766?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113099358989605766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=113099358989605766&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113099358989605766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113099358989605766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/e-o-sol-bem-cedinho-vem-anunciando.html' title='&quot;e o sol bem cedinho vem anunciando..&quot;'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-113082538481496409</id><published>2005-11-01T03:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T02:50:31.053-02:00</updated><title type='text'>brave heart. mine and yours.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;ajuda se tiver enya como trilha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;é o final da batalha. aí tá todo mundo morto e a criança vendo. escondida com medo. e a fotografia é azul.. dá frio. a neve tá cheia de sangue e o laguinho também. o laguinho corre vermelho e transparente.. e tem pedrinhas soltas. e tem tipo uma corrente que caiu.. a do pai do menino. tem fogo nas casinhas e o menino tá sujo de fumaça.. aí ele vai olhar tudo.. e chora qd acha o pai todo ensanguentado. jura vingança. nem cumpre.. vira heroi. a promise land!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;aí a música acaba e muda a cena. ele corre num cavalo.. já está um rapaz! bom rapaz... a fotografia é azul ainda.. frio! e no peito.. aquele colar do pai! sim, ele o guardou!!!!!! carrega como o bem mais precioso da vida.. junto com as boas lembranças! tem uma felicidade triste! uma tristeza feliz! e assim vive.. em busca de algo que o complete! e acha.. a mulher amada! que o completa como se fossem um so! uma alma em dois corpos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;e eles vivem juntos.. reerguem a vila perdida! destruindo o que sobrou.. daquilo q um dia foi o lar de muitas pessoas.. do pai do garoto! e salvaram! reconstruiram! e a vila cresceu! protegida daqueles que um dia a destruiram quase que por completo! daqueles que destruiram a felicidade de muitos! destruiram vidas..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(12.10.2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16899886-113082538481496409?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113082538481496409/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=113082538481496409&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113082538481496409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113082538481496409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/brave-heart-mine-and-yours.html' title='brave heart. mine and yours.'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-113028888714651672</id><published>2005-10-25T22:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T23:18:38.980-02:00</updated><title type='text'>..não pensa. VAI!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;aí meu coração veio falar de novo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ele: "e aí? foi?"&lt;br /&gt;eu: "não. me deixa, coração, me deixa!"&lt;br /&gt;ele: "pq deixaria?"&lt;br /&gt;eu: "pq sim. ME DEIXA!"&lt;br /&gt;ele: "não. não seria você, sem mim."&lt;br /&gt;eu: "!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;então, TÁ! tou indo de novo.. o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16899886-113028888714651672?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113028888714651672/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=113028888714651672&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113028888714651672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113028888714651672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-pensa-vai.html' title='..não pensa. VAI!'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-113012885816046616</id><published>2005-10-24T02:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T04:21:20.213-02:00</updated><title type='text'>de onde vem esse anjo que sonhei? ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;a cabeça: "sai fora.."&lt;br /&gt;o coração: "não pensa. VAI!"&lt;br /&gt;eu: "tou indo.. tou indo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck, PLEASE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16899886-113012885816046616?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113012885816046616/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=113012885816046616&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113012885816046616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/113012885816046616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/de-onde-vem-esse-anjo-que-sonhei.html' title='de onde vem esse anjo que sonhei? ...'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-112987058685494010</id><published>2005-10-21T02:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T02:51:17.990-02:00</updated><title type='text'>que o lápis no seu olho é para afastar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sei que vão dizer que não adianta olhar.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;..sem nem ligar se vão notar, sorri e fecha os olhos. sabe que é a musa soberana nesse bar. mas se você quer ser feliz, confia em mim, me deixa te mostrar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;olha só o seu perfume no ar.. sofreu por amor e não quer mais se entregar, espera o tempo passar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;você vai ser bem mais feliz, se confiar em mim. me deixa te mostrar que eu não sei viver sem você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;até a festa acabar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[quase RAMIREZ]&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/16899886-112987058685494010?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112987058685494010/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=112987058685494010&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/112987058685494010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/112987058685494010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/que-o-lpis-no-seu-olho-para-afastar.html' title='que o lápis no seu olho é para afastar...'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-112924212804785569</id><published>2005-10-13T19:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T02:51:38.086-02:00</updated><title type='text'>the last one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;desde pequeno ele é o meu moicano. o último deles! e ainda hoje ele tem aquela inocência, aquela cara de "pena" ao ver a injustiça ali (e aqui, aculá) cometida. ainda hoje ele luta pelo que acredita com a força q usava ao chorar, vendo aquela cena. o meu pequeno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hoje ele é meu grande moicano, que toca p todo mundo ouvir. e me faz chorar aquela lágrima infantil q ele chorava qd via a última luta ao som da canção especial. que me orgulha pelos seus valores, por sua força e determinação. que me orgulha só por existir, por estar ali ou aqui, por ser ele..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;meu último dos moicanos.&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/16899886-112924212804785569?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112924212804785569/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=112924212804785569&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/112924212804785569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/112924212804785569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/last-one.html' title='the last one.'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-112904853417568460</id><published>2005-10-11T13:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T13:35:34.180-03:00</updated><title type='text'>,,,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;cruz, suástica ou coca-cola. o que te domina?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16899886-112904853417568460?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112904853417568460/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=112904853417568460&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/112904853417568460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/112904853417568460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title=',,,'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-112891461511463244</id><published>2005-10-10T00:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T02:52:00.373-02:00</updated><title type='text'>desarmamento?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu tenho o sono muito leve, e numa noite dessas notei que havia alguém andando sorrateiramente no quintal de casa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Levantei em silêncio e fiquei acompanhando os leves ruídos que vinham lá de fora, até ver uma silhueta passando pela janela do banheiro. Como minha casa era muito segura, com grades nas janelas e trancas internas nas portas, não fiquei muito preocupado mas era claro que eu não ia deixar um ladrão ali, espiando tranquilamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Liguei baixinho para a polícia, informei a situação e o meu endereço. Perguntaram-me se o ladrão estava armado ou se já estava no interior da casa. Esclareci que não e disseram-me que não havia nenhuma viatura por perto para ajudar, mas que iriam mandar alguém assim que fosse possível. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Um minuto depois, liguei de novo e disse com a voz calma:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Oi, eu liguei há pouco porque tinha alguém no meu quintal. Não precisa mais terpressa. Eu já matei o ladrão com um tiro da escopeta calibre 12, que tenhoguardada em casa para estas situações. O tiro fez um estrago danado no cara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Passados menos de três minutos, estavam na minha rua cinco carros da polícia, um helicóptero, uma unidade do resgate , uma equipe de TV e a turma dos direitos humanos, que não perderiam isso por nada neste mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eles prenderam o ladrão em flagrante, que ficava olhando tudo com cara de assombrado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Talvez ele estivesse pensando que aquela era a casa do Comandante daPolícia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No meio do tumulto, um tenente se aproximou de mim e disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Pensei que tivesse dito que tinha matado o ladrão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu respondi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Pensei que tivesse dito que não havia ninguém disponível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[Luís Fernando Veríssimo]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não, então.. (1)&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/16899886-112891461511463244?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112891461511463244/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=112891461511463244&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/112891461511463244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/112891461511463244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/desarmamento.html' title='desarmamento?'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-112881077130640021</id><published>2005-10-08T19:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T02:52:23.153-02:00</updated><title type='text'>não deixa a solidão chegar..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;quanto tempo vou te ver desviando seu olhar? caminhando contra o vento.. quantas noites sem dormir? quantos sonhos pra viver? e onde está seu sentimento? cade você que era assim, de coração, grudado em mim? cade você que não está, mas vive em mim, me faz sonhar..? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sinto falta de você que não vem, talvez, porque não me ama como antes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;é difícil aceitar.. &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/16899886-112881077130640021?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112881077130640021/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=112881077130640021&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/112881077130640021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/112881077130640021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-deixa-solido-chegar.html' title='não deixa a solidão chegar..'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-112869543862621052</id><published>2005-10-07T11:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T02:52:42.333-02:00</updated><title type='text'>get well soon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;às 8h17, acordo com a voz mais suave que ele pode ter ou fazer.. e ouço um pedido de companhia! não há como negar.. e lá vou eu, uns 15 minutos depois, com o meu melhor sorriso matinal, beijar-lhe a mão e dizer-lhe o quanto o meu amor é infinito!! aí finjo que não estou abalada, que não quero chorar, que o sorriso é verdadeiro.. por mais ou menos 2 horas. saio de lá e desabo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;desabo...&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/16899886-112869543862621052?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112869543862621052/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=112869543862621052&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/112869543862621052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/112869543862621052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/get-well-soon.html' title='get well soon.'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-112847490938170716</id><published>2005-10-04T22:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T02:53:08.410-02:00</updated><title type='text'>e parabéns para ti, fredo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;tem gente que entra na nossa vida de uma maneira toda doida.. aí fica! e é p sempre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;tem gente que entra na nossa vida e nós desejamos tudo de melhor p ela! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;tem gente que entra na nossa vida e traz felicidade, amor e carinho p um ente querido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;tem gente que entra na nossa vida e traz felicidade, amor e carinho p nós também!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;tem gente que entra na nossa vida que é "ceeeeera" demais!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;tem gente que entra na nossa vida que nós não queremos (e nem permitimos!) que saia mais!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;tem gente que entra na nossa vida e nós passamos a amar!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;pois é.. tem gente que ENTRA NA NOSSA VIDA!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16899886-112847490938170716?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112847490938170716/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=112847490938170716&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/112847490938170716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/112847490938170716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/e-parabns-para-ti-fredo.html' title='e parabéns para ti, fredo!'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-112831642501253550</id><published>2005-10-03T02:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T02:53:34.260-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Charles Chaplin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Sorri quando a dor te torturar e a saudade atormentar os teus dias tristonhos, vazios.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorri quando tudo terminar, quando mais nada restar do teu sonho encantador.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorri quando o sol perder a luz e sentires uma cruz nos teus ombros cansados, doloridos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorri.. vai mentindo a tua dor e, ao notar que tu sorris, todo mundo irá supor que és FELIZ!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sigamos isso, então. ou não!&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/16899886-112831642501253550?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112831642501253550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=112831642501253550&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/112831642501253550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/112831642501253550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/charles-chaplin.html' title='Charles Chaplin'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-112805985773925638</id><published>2005-09-30T02:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T02:57:37.740-03:00</updated><title type='text'>jósé!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- vamos tomar sorvete, jósé?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- NÃÃÃÃÃÃÃÃÃÃOOOOO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahahahahah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16899886-112805985773925638?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112805985773925638/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=112805985773925638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/112805985773925638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/112805985773925638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/js.html' title='jósé!'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-112805937056355550</id><published>2005-09-30T02:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T02:53:54.970-02:00</updated><title type='text'>o tal do destino..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;grande demais foi sempre o nosso amor, mas o destino quis nos separar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;já diziam uns tais carlos.. &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/16899886-112805937056355550?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112805937056355550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=112805937056355550&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/112805937056355550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/112805937056355550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/o-tal-do-destino.html' title='o tal do destino..'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-112803220344233821</id><published>2005-09-29T19:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T02:54:12.846-02:00</updated><title type='text'>em frente a um computador..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ía ser assim: você com o meu adidas, eu com o seu.. nossas camisas iguais, calça jeans. perfume igual, sorriso igual.. amor igual! A M O R !&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/16899886-112803220344233821?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112803220344233821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=112803220344233821&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/112803220344233821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/112803220344233821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/em-frente-um-computador.html' title='em frente a um computador..'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-112753828364906906</id><published>2005-09-24T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T02:54:29.276-02:00</updated><title type='text'>20 anos..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ontem (ou antes de ontem, não lembro) conheci uma senhora que perdeu o filho. aí eu comecei a pensar em todas aquelas coisas que se pensa qd a morte se faz presente, né? claro que eu não cheguei a conclusão nenhuma.. a não ser que mãe não merece enterrar um filho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;o menino tinha 20 anos!! minha idade, meu deus.. e o que eu já fiz? o que ele já fez? o que eu vou fazer? esse garoto foi privado disso.. e não me venham com "ele já cumpriu a missão dele na terra"! pura balela.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sei lá.. eu também posso ser privada disso, daqui a pouco.. depois de postar isso aqui, ou antes, quem sabe? mas eu repito: mãe não merece enterrar um filho!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;que essa senhora tenha paz na vida, pq eu não sei se teria.. eu não sei! &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/16899886-112753828364906906?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112753828364906906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=112753828364906906&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/112753828364906906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/112753828364906906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/20-anos.html' title='20 anos..'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-112736656396784683</id><published>2005-09-22T02:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T02:54:51.496-02:00</updated><title type='text'>quando triste olho p céu..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;voa, minha ave, voa sem parar. viaja pra longe, te encontrarei em algum lugar. permaneço em ti como sempre foi: mais perfeito e mais fiel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;mesmo sozinho sei que estás perto de mim, quando triste olho pro céu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;quando eu te vi, o sonho aconteceu. quando eu te vi, meu mundo amanheceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;mas você partiu sem mim. e sei que estás em algum jardim, entre as flores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anjo, meu tão amado anjo, bem sei que estás (nem tá!). e eu do brando sono hei de acordar para os teus olhos ver uma vez mais. o verdadeiro amor espera uma vez mais. [Blanch e Felipe Loeffler]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;tu deverias ter pensando, menina, tu deverias ter pensado.. abrir mão do antigo comportamento e não do relacionamento! é.. tu deverias ter pensado! tu também, menino.. ah, como deveriam!!&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/16899886-112736656396784683?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112736656396784683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=112736656396784683&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/112736656396784683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/112736656396784683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/quando-triste-olho-p-cu.html' title='quando triste olho p céu..'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-112735090026234269</id><published>2005-09-21T21:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T22:02:09.963-03:00</updated><title type='text'>rio..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;odeio mudanças! ODEIO! mas as que aconteceram nesse mês, devo admitir, são P E R F E I T A S !&lt;br /&gt;agora só tenho q aprender a lidar com elas. vamos lá, então..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck, please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16899886-112735090026234269?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112735090026234269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=112735090026234269&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/112735090026234269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/112735090026234269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/rio.html' title='rio..'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-112727701316922460</id><published>2005-09-21T01:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T02:55:21.936-02:00</updated><title type='text'>eu não acredito.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;falando em não acreditar em coisas (né, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nacasadeboneca.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;donana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;?), quero dizer q não acredito (mais) em juras de amor, tampouco em amor p vida toda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;não acredito que amores acabem do dia p noite, mas não acredito (mais) q eles durem p sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;não acredito que alguém esqueça o "amor para a vida toda" de repente, que esqueça das lindas lembranças assim tão rápido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;não acredito que alguém se apaixone tão rápido e que a paixão vire amor mais rápido ainda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;não (sei se..) acredito mais no amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mas bem que eu queria acreditar que amor é p sempre; que amor não se acaba; que amor, que é amor, só tem certos abalos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;queria mesmo era acreditar que meu amor (o nosso!) ainda é o mesmo, ainda é p sempre, ainda é um amor para a vida toda! ainda é amor muito! &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e tu? eu queria saber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16899886-112727701316922460?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112727701316922460/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=112727701316922460&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/112727701316922460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/112727701316922460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/eu-no-acredito.html' title='eu não acredito.'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-112727206929784691</id><published>2005-09-20T23:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T02:55:53.203-02:00</updated><title type='text'>fadada à saudade..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tem uma história de quando fui nascer. é assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;no dia de nascer, eu tava lá em tal lugar com outras pessoas q também nasceriam nesse dia. aí deus (óóóó..!!) foi dizendo do que as pessoas morreriam. aí ele me olhou, pensou e disse: "essa daí é a que vai morrer de saudades!". é verdade isso, eu me lembro! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e assim tem sido. cada dia que passa a saudade leva um pedaço de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16899886-112727206929784691?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112727206929784691/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=112727206929784691&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/112727206929784691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/112727206929784691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/fadada-saudade_20.html' title='fadada à saudade..'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-112723776351982299</id><published>2005-09-20T14:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T14:37:25.830-03:00</updated><title type='text'>nem sempre..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Nem sempre eu vou lembrar de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Nem sempre eu vou sentir sua falta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Nem sempre eu vou chorar quando encontrar um retrato seu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;E também, não é sempre que eu falo a verdade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Porque a mentira e a ilusão diminuem a dor que eu sinto agora, sem você aqui! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;[Março.2003]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;é.. é meu! é antigo, mas é TÃO recente! bler.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16899886-112723776351982299?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112723776351982299/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=112723776351982299&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/112723776351982299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/112723776351982299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/nem-sempre.html' title='nem sempre..'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-112718988871961680</id><published>2005-09-20T01:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T02:56:21.380-02:00</updated><title type='text'>segura a minha mão e não desgruda..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;me segue q eu conheço outro lugar, q aqui já tá ficando muito escuro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu tava ali pensando q não tem dia q seja de todo ruim, né? ontem no auge da agonia característica de domingos, minha irmã me conta uma felicidade.. e lá vou eu, às 19h de um domingo infernal, cantarolar na frente da tv... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"então, vem me procurar.. deixar eu te contar a vida é uma ferida sempre em explosãããão.. lalalala.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;uhum..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16899886-112718988871961680?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112718988871961680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=112718988871961680&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/112718988871961680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16899886/posts/default/112718988871961680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/segura-minha-mo-e-no-desgruda.html' title='segura a minha mão e não desgruda..'/><author><name>MarielTajra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16899886.post-112716974649401821</id><published>2005-09-19T19:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T19:42:26.496-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sonhar para fora..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;- É foda sonhar pra fora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;- E como é esse lance de sonhar pra fora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;- É o mesmo que sonhar pra dentro, só que tem sempre alguém pra te falar que tudo aquilo vai dar errado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Acho que eu sou esse alguém na minha vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16899886-112716974649401821?l=customizeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://customizeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112716974649401821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16899886&amp;postID=112716974649401821&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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