<?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-2017284067018484470</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:25:14.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DESEOS...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>FRANCYELLE FERNANDES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SVazkoRDKaI/AAAAAAAAANc/25lpXDr5VB8/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017284067018484470.post-4168899085455566784</id><published>2009-08-01T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T05:37:54.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Se uma estrela aparecer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SnQ3CqU1CRI/AAAAAAAAAU4/RXo679zv9vM/s1600-h/estrela_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364973574966020370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SnQ3CqU1CRI/AAAAAAAAAU4/RXo679zv9vM/s320/estrela_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se uma estrela aparecer no ceu de sua existencia, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;é preciso agarra-la com todas as forças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e traze-la para brilhar bem junto de seu corpo e alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na verdade se uma estrela aparecer, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;jamais a deixe escapar,pois, com certeza,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;seus dias e sua vida, ela irá, para sempre, Iluminar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kathryn Caskie - Se uma estrela aparecer...&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/2017284067018484470-4168899085455566784?l=deseosdiamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/feeds/4168899085455566784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017284067018484470&amp;postID=4168899085455566784' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/4168899085455566784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/4168899085455566784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/2009/08/se-uma-estrela-aparecer.html' title='Se uma estrela aparecer...'/><author><name>FRANCYELLE FERNANDES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SVazkoRDKaI/AAAAAAAAANc/25lpXDr5VB8/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SnQ3CqU1CRI/AAAAAAAAAU4/RXo679zv9vM/s72-c/estrela_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017284067018484470.post-7027626460259094871</id><published>2009-07-28T11:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T12:45:04.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selinho...</title><content type='html'>Ganhei esses 2 lindos selinhos da &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Jois%20Duarte"&gt;Jois Duarte&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/Sm8-fGLnffI/AAAAAAAAAUo/OAYHWMeNCSc/s1600-h/selo+16+5+carac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363574385177755122" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/Sm8-fGLnffI/AAAAAAAAAUo/OAYHWMeNCSc/s320/selo+16+5+carac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Regras:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Indicar 5 características minhas:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bem Humorada&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mantenho a cabeça fria diante de grandes dificuldades&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ambiciosa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Realista&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Determinada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/Sm8_LY-n-VI/AAAAAAAAAUw/aHOa3kEJzxo/s1600-h/selo+17+nat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363575146137778514" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/Sm8_LY-n-VI/AAAAAAAAAUw/aHOa3kEJzxo/s320/selo+17+nat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&gt; Uma música mágica:Let me sing- Robert Pattinson&lt;br /&gt;~&gt; Um filme mágico: Twilight&lt;br /&gt;~&gt; Uma viagem mágica: Conhecer Veneza&lt;br /&gt;~&gt; Um acessório de maquiagem mágico: Um bom corretivo facial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Repassando:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Verseiro"&gt;Verseiro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/In%20FocO"&gt;In FocO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Prince%20Cristal"&gt;Prince Cristal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Querido%20diario%20otario"&gt;Querido diario otario&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017284067018484470-7027626460259094871?l=deseosdiamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/feeds/7027626460259094871/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017284067018484470&amp;postID=7027626460259094871' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/7027626460259094871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/7027626460259094871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/2009/07/selinho.html' title='Selinho...'/><author><name>FRANCYELLE FERNANDES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SVazkoRDKaI/AAAAAAAAANc/25lpXDr5VB8/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/Sm8-fGLnffI/AAAAAAAAAUo/OAYHWMeNCSc/s72-c/selo+16+5+carac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017284067018484470.post-5963060362354933981</id><published>2009-07-15T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T12:00:19.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A PAIXÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/Sl4mEp8oT1I/AAAAAAAAAUg/hNRqsfBkSJA/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358762468038954834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/Sl4mEp8oT1I/AAAAAAAAAUg/hNRqsfBkSJA/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ela esta em todos nós...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dormindo, aguardando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E embora não seja desejada,é espontânea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ela se manifestará&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;abrindo as suas mandibulas e uivando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ela fala por nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;guia-nos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a paixão nos governa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e nós obedecemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;que outra opção nos resta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A paixão é a fonte dos nossos melhores momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a alegria do amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a clareza do odio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ou o êxtase da dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as vezes, doi mais do que podemos suportar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se pudessemos viver sem paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;talvez tivessemos um pouco de paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mas estariamos vazios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aposentos vazios fechados e úmidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sem paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;estariamos mortos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                             (Falado por Angel em um episodio de Buffy)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017284067018484470-5963060362354933981?l=deseosdiamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/feeds/5963060362354933981/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017284067018484470&amp;postID=5963060362354933981' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/5963060362354933981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/5963060362354933981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/2009/07/paixao.html' title='A PAIXÃO'/><author><name>FRANCYELLE FERNANDES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SVazkoRDKaI/AAAAAAAAANc/25lpXDr5VB8/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/Sl4mEp8oT1I/AAAAAAAAAUg/hNRqsfBkSJA/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017284067018484470.post-2148779059770747742</id><published>2009-06-26T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T14:19:17.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SkUx6dF6PgI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Cz9m_yydRjg/s1600-h/Selo+9+-+Blogueira+fofa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351738612511292930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SkUx6dF6PgI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Cz9m_yydRjg/s320/Selo+9+-+Blogueira+fofa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Esse selinho ganhei da JOIS DUARTE do blog LEIA MAIS... Obrigada JOIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REGRAS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Linkar quem indicou;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://euetudoqueamo.blogspot.com./"&gt;http://euetudoqueamo.blogspot.com./&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://meusromancesblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Postar o selo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Avisar 5 amigas e passar o selo;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Querido%20diario%20otario"&gt;Querido diario otario&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/O%20mar%20me%20encanta%20completamente"&gt;O mar me encanta completamente&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Borboletando..."&gt;Borboletando...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Poemas%20e%20Poesias%20de%20Amor"&gt; Poemas e Poesias de Amor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/In%20Foco"&gt;In Foco&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Responder algumas perguntinhas.&lt;br /&gt;Mania: Estralar os dedos o todo momento.&lt;br /&gt;Pecado Capital: Orgulho&lt;br /&gt;Melhor cheiro do mundo: O de Uma manhã de inverno&lt;br /&gt;Se dinheiro não fosse problema eu faria: Faria uma assinatura de todas as séries da NC e da Harlequin&lt;br /&gt;Casos de infância: Uma vez a minha mae brigou comigo, e eu fugi de casa, fiquei sumida quase o dia todo, eu tinha uns 6 ou 7 anos.&lt;br /&gt;Habilidade como dona de casa: Sou uma menina muito prendada, faço de tudo um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;O que não gosta de fazer em casa: Limpar os moveis&lt;br /&gt;Frase: Sonhe como se fosse viver para sempre, viva como se fosse morrer amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;Passeio para o corpo: Rir é o melhor remédio.&lt;br /&gt;Passeio para a alma: Ler.&lt;br /&gt;O que me irrita: Discordarem de mim quando estou certa.&lt;br /&gt;Frase ou palavra que fala muito: Aham.&lt;br /&gt;Palavrão mais usado: @#$*&amp;amp;¨@%$#&lt;br /&gt;Desce do salto e sobe o morro quando: Quando sou injustiçada.&lt;br /&gt;Perfume que usa no momento:Wish of love- Avon&lt;br /&gt;Elogio favorito: Que sou inteligente.&lt;br /&gt;Talento oculto: Não Tenho.&lt;br /&gt;Não importa que seja moda, não usaria nem no meu enterro: Rosa Pink&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter nascido sabendo: Como salvar o mundo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017284067018484470-2148779059770747742?l=deseosdiamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/feeds/2148779059770747742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017284067018484470&amp;postID=2148779059770747742' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/2148779059770747742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/2148779059770747742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/2009/06/esse-selinho-ganhei-da-jois-duarte-do.html' title=''/><author><name>FRANCYELLE FERNANDES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SVazkoRDKaI/AAAAAAAAANc/25lpXDr5VB8/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SkUx6dF6PgI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Cz9m_yydRjg/s72-c/Selo+9+-+Blogueira+fofa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017284067018484470.post-3180416098848288736</id><published>2009-06-06T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T18:34:57.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SisXwTLMkRI/AAAAAAAAAT0/xtMG4xj6LBQ/s1600-h/68150m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344391501353619730" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SisXwTLMkRI/AAAAAAAAAT0/xtMG4xj6LBQ/s400/68150m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Garoto nao finja que voce nao esta afim&lt;br /&gt;Posso ver o desejo refletido em seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe que esta subindo pelas paredes&lt;br /&gt;Confessa que adora o meu  jeito de fazer tão bem as manhas que inventei&lt;br /&gt;Aposto que esta louco pra sentir novamente o prazer que só eu te proporciono&lt;br /&gt;Ficar lubridiado ao chegar ao o climax dos nossos encontros&lt;br /&gt;Sinto ter que te informar que infelizmente não sera mais possivel&lt;br /&gt;Nao depois que eu descobri quem realmente você é&lt;br /&gt;Voce nunca foi verdadeiro comigo&lt;br /&gt;E sempre pareceu que você tinha alguém além de mim nos seus pensamentosAgora vou fazer voce se arrepender por ter me enguanado&lt;br /&gt;Vou fazer voce implorar por minhas caricias&lt;br /&gt;Vou te incitar ate voce ficar louco&lt;br /&gt;Vou fazer voce se apaixonar por mim&lt;br /&gt;E no final da noite...&lt;br /&gt;Quando voce já estiver só esperando por mim&lt;br /&gt;Só te direi uma palavra&lt;br /&gt;ADEUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                   &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SisY3LWqrRI/AAAAAAAAAT8/eoa0GiDajfU/s1600-h/Sexy_Anime3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344392719024958738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SisY3LWqrRI/AAAAAAAAAT8/eoa0GiDajfU/s320/Sexy_Anime3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017284067018484470-3180416098848288736?l=deseosdiamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/feeds/3180416098848288736/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017284067018484470&amp;postID=3180416098848288736' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/3180416098848288736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/3180416098848288736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/2009/06/garoto-nao-finja-que-voce-nao-esta-afim.html' title=''/><author><name>FRANCYELLE FERNANDES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SVazkoRDKaI/AAAAAAAAANc/25lpXDr5VB8/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SisXwTLMkRI/AAAAAAAAAT0/xtMG4xj6LBQ/s72-c/68150m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017284067018484470.post-2541823887570928430</id><published>2009-05-17T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T10:54:03.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mais um lindo selo que a JOIS DUARTE, me presenteia, obrigado JOIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/ShCOm_ievFI/AAAAAAAAATs/Yziwf6Gi8P8/s1600-h/selinho.JPG"&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id4820"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336922358976265298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/ShCOm_ievFI/AAAAAAAAATs/Yziwf6Gi8P8/s400/selinho.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Regras:1 - A pessoa selecionada deve fazer uma lista com oito coisas que gostaria de fazer antes de morrer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 - É necessário que se faça uma postagem relacionando estas oito coisas, não importando o que seja; é necessário que a pessoa explique as regras do jogo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 - Ao finalizar, devemos convidar oito parceiros de blogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 - E finalmente, deixar se possível um comentário para quem nos convidou, e informar os convidados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;OITO COISAS QUE QUERO FAZER, ANTES DE MORRER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;1- conhecer o Robert Pattinson (quem não quer?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;2-montar uma enorme biblioteca de livros de romances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;3-conhecer e morar na Italia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;4-fazer um tour pela Grecia, Estados Unidos, Londres e Ilha de Malta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;5-Comprar um lindo apartamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;6-me formar em administraçao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;7-fazer uma enorme coleção de cds de musicas que eu adoro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;8-ir numa campina repleta de flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id4849"&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id4850"&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id4851"&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id4852"&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Indicando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;QUERIDO DIARIO OTARIO&lt;br /&gt;O AMOR NAO TEM SEXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;ESSA PALAVRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;VERSEIRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;IMPROVISOS DE UM LOUCO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;SOLITARIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;ACREDITO NO AMOR... E NO ROMANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;ELAS E ELES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id5114"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id5015"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017284067018484470-2541823887570928430?l=deseosdiamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/feeds/2541823887570928430/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017284067018484470&amp;postID=2541823887570928430' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/2541823887570928430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/2541823887570928430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/2009/05/mais-um-lindo-selo-que-jois-duarte-me.html' title=''/><author><name>FRANCYELLE FERNANDES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SVazkoRDKaI/AAAAAAAAANc/25lpXDr5VB8/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/ShCOm_ievFI/AAAAAAAAATs/Yziwf6Gi8P8/s72-c/selinho.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017284067018484470.post-2458701836254341533</id><published>2009-05-01T09:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T10:55:25.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/Sfs27lu1Q4I/AAAAAAAAATk/Qzzcnd-ppW4/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330914981291836290" style="WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/Sfs27lu1Q4I/AAAAAAAAATk/Qzzcnd-ppW4/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/Sfs2iO0k0cI/AAAAAAAAATc/lb6JfsK5zVE/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Isso é um segredo, que ninguem conta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Deus sabe que ate os anjos caem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Você vai voar e você vai rastejar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Vai implorar por perdão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Um dia é o ceu, outro é o inferno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Voce vai ri, voce vai chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ninguem sabera o porque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Veras que a vida não é um conto de fadas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;pegue isso de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;É assim que deveria ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Deus sabe que ate os anjos caem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/2017284067018484470-2458701836254341533?l=deseosdiamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/feeds/2458701836254341533/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017284067018484470&amp;postID=2458701836254341533' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/2458701836254341533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/2458701836254341533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/2009/05/isso-e-um-segredo-que-ninguem-conta.html' title=''/><author><name>FRANCYELLE FERNANDES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SVazkoRDKaI/AAAAAAAAANc/25lpXDr5VB8/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/Sfs27lu1Q4I/AAAAAAAAATk/Qzzcnd-ppW4/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017284067018484470.post-3583513732488881091</id><published>2009-04-25T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T10:56:51.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SfMZro7jVFI/AAAAAAAAATU/fgLdNLTSKF0/s1600-h/LaMouette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328631021621695570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SfMZro7jVFI/AAAAAAAAATU/fgLdNLTSKF0/s320/LaMouette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;O suplerfluo não é eterno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;O banal tem um final...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;O material não tem fundamento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nem tudo que parece verdade é real...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017284067018484470-3583513732488881091?l=deseosdiamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/feeds/3583513732488881091/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017284067018484470&amp;postID=3583513732488881091' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/3583513732488881091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/3583513732488881091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-suplerfluo-nao-e-eterno.html' title=''/><author><name>FRANCYELLE FERNANDES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SVazkoRDKaI/AAAAAAAAANc/25lpXDr5VB8/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SfMZro7jVFI/AAAAAAAAATU/fgLdNLTSKF0/s72-c/LaMouette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017284067018484470.post-1564831346738005481</id><published>2009-04-08T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T10:57:26.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INSIBLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/Sd0FjdPleAI/AAAAAAAAATM/P8Nz908IdKk/s1600-h/Huella_y_sombra_de_humano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322416441325352962" style="WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/Sd0FjdPleAI/AAAAAAAAATM/P8Nz908IdKk/s320/Huella_y_sombra_de_humano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A chuva da manhã está sob a minha janela&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E eu não consigo ver nada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E ainda que pudesse, tudo estaria cinza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Com tantas coisas em volta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Eu me sinto invisível e só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017284067018484470-1564831346738005481?l=deseosdiamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/feeds/1564831346738005481/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017284067018484470&amp;postID=1564831346738005481' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/1564831346738005481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/1564831346738005481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/2009/04/insible.html' title='INSIBLE'/><author><name>FRANCYELLE FERNANDES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SVazkoRDKaI/AAAAAAAAANc/25lpXDr5VB8/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/Sd0FjdPleAI/AAAAAAAAATM/P8Nz908IdKk/s72-c/Huella_y_sombra_de_humano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017284067018484470.post-7544657037266867110</id><published>2009-04-05T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T05:27:30.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/Sdn0-CBSXSI/AAAAAAAAATE/1xvyMTraI-A/s1600-h/Vidro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321553781246287138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/Sdn0-CBSXSI/AAAAAAAAATE/1xvyMTraI-A/s320/Vidro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/Sdnz5Vvz6JI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xE-tCU4_kN8/s1600-h/Vidro.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Só há dois tipos de pessoas no mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Os que chamam atenção e os que observam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Só há dois tipos de caras por aí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Os que podem me seguir e os que têm medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E, eu sei exatamente, exatamente o que você é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Garoto, não tente me encarar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Você não gosta de mim, eu não gosto de você, isso não importa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Única diferença: você continua ouvindo, eu não preciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Entra em uma orelha, e sai de outra, eu não preciso de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Suas palavras não colam, eu não sou perfeita, mas você também não é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Te juro que você vai me querer de volta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Quando seu mundo desmoronar como vidro quebrado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017284067018484470-7544657037266867110?l=deseosdiamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/feeds/7544657037266867110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017284067018484470&amp;postID=7544657037266867110' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/7544657037266867110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/7544657037266867110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-ha-dois-tipos-de-pessoas-no-mundo-os.html' title=''/><author><name>FRANCYELLE FERNANDES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SVazkoRDKaI/AAAAAAAAANc/25lpXDr5VB8/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/Sdn0-CBSXSI/AAAAAAAAATE/1xvyMTraI-A/s72-c/Vidro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017284067018484470.post-8387420416903419635</id><published>2009-03-06T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T09:28:07.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SbFbxFau8hI/AAAAAAAAASM/qpcJTJiWaC8/s1600-h/23.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310126334472548882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SbFbxFau8hI/AAAAAAAAASM/qpcJTJiWaC8/s320/23.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;Ausência &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu deixarei que morra em mim o desejo de amar os teus olhos que são doces &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque nada te poderei dar senão a mágoa de me veres eternamente exausto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No entanto a tua presença é qualquer coisa como a luz e a vida &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu sinto que em meu gesto existe o teu gesto e em minha voz a tua voz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não te quero ter porque em meu ser tudo estaria terminado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero só que surjas em mim como a fé nos desesperados &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para que eu possa levar uma gota de orvalho nesta terra amaldiçoada Que ficou sobre a minha carne como nódoa do passado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu deixarei... tu irás e encostarás a tua face em outra face. T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;eus dedos enlaçarão outros dedos e tu desabrocharás para a madrugada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas tu não saberás que quem te colheu fui eu, porque eu fui o grande íntimo da noite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque eu encostei minha face na face da noite e ouvi a tua fala amorosa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque meus dedos enlaçaram os dedos da névoa suspensos no espaço. E eu trouxe até mim a misteriosa essência do teu abandono desordenado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu ficarei só como os veleiros nos pontos silenciosos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas eu te possuirei como ninguém porque poderei partir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E todas as lamentações do mar, do vento, do céu, das aves, das estrelas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Serão a tua voz presente, a tua voz ausente, a tua voz serenizada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Vinícius de Moraes&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/2017284067018484470-8387420416903419635?l=deseosdiamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/feeds/8387420416903419635/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017284067018484470&amp;postID=8387420416903419635' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/8387420416903419635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/8387420416903419635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/2009/03/ausencia-eu-deixarei-que-morra-em-mim-o.html' title=''/><author><name>FRANCYELLE FERNANDES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SVazkoRDKaI/AAAAAAAAANc/25lpXDr5VB8/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SbFbxFau8hI/AAAAAAAAASM/qpcJTJiWaC8/s72-c/23.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017284067018484470.post-653773882057645015</id><published>2009-02-23T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T12:31:51.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SaMHj7DvUGI/AAAAAAAAASE/BfS81cDVu44/s1600-h/44-busca%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306093099702767714" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SaMHj7DvUGI/AAAAAAAAASE/BfS81cDVu44/s400/44-busca%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017284067018484470-653773882057645015?l=deseosdiamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/feeds/653773882057645015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017284067018484470&amp;postID=653773882057645015' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/653773882057645015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/653773882057645015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>FRANCYELLE FERNANDES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SVazkoRDKaI/AAAAAAAAANc/25lpXDr5VB8/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SaMHj7DvUGI/AAAAAAAAASE/BfS81cDVu44/s72-c/44-busca%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017284067018484470.post-2845896231812823649</id><published>2009-02-19T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T04:58:29.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SZ2OlvT3DFI/AAAAAAAAAR8/sd8biv94y40/s1600-h/tulbrmalato3ra9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304552715118382162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SZ2OlvT3DFI/AAAAAAAAAR8/sd8biv94y40/s320/tulbrmalato3ra9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quando me amei de verdade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aprendi a gostar de estar sozinha, rodeada pelo silencio, usufruindo sua magia, prestando atenção ao meu espaço interior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Percebi que posso não ser uma pessoa especial, mas que sou unica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                           &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  (Kim McMilen)&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/2017284067018484470-2845896231812823649?l=deseosdiamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/feeds/2845896231812823649/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017284067018484470&amp;postID=2845896231812823649' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/2845896231812823649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/2845896231812823649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/2009/02/quando-me-amei-de-verdade.html' title=''/><author><name>FRANCYELLE FERNANDES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SVazkoRDKaI/AAAAAAAAANc/25lpXDr5VB8/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SZ2OlvT3DFI/AAAAAAAAAR8/sd8biv94y40/s72-c/tulbrmalato3ra9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017284067018484470.post-5441659068589424217</id><published>2009-02-14T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T17:07:32.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SZdkycrsm_I/AAAAAAAAAR0/Tmk-NGeAa94/s1600-h/66%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302817904107756530" style="WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SZdkycrsm_I/AAAAAAAAAR0/Tmk-NGeAa94/s320/66%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ganhei um MEME da JOIS do blog LEIAMAIS...  obrigado Jois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Regras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 - Linkar a pessoa que te indicou.&lt;br /&gt;2 - Escrever as regras do meme em seu blog.&lt;br /&gt;3 - Contar 6 coisas aleatórias sobre você.&lt;br /&gt;4 - Indique mais 6 pessoas e coloque os links no final do post.&lt;br /&gt;5 - Deixe a pessoa saber que você a indicou, deixando um comentário para ela.&lt;br /&gt;6 - Deixe os indicados saberem quando você publicar seu post.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Seis coisas sobre mim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Amo ler romances&lt;br /&gt;2 - Adoro a Serie de livros de Crepusculo                                                                                                 3 - Adoro o Seriado SUPERNATURAL(Sobrenatural)                                                                            4 - Gosto de estar conectada com o mundo                                                                                              5 - Tenho uma coleção de romances, que pretendo aumenta-la                                                           6 - Sou muito persistente, ansiosa, teimosa,determinada e gosto de estar no comando.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Indicando:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://soromanceseafins.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://soromanceseafins.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://omarmencantacompletamente.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://omarmencantacompletamente.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://verseiro.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://verseiro.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vivi-infoco.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://vivi-infoco.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://diarydalily.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://diarydalily.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sonhadorsolitario.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;http://sonhadorsolitario.blogs.sapo.pt/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017284067018484470-5441659068589424217?l=deseosdiamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/feeds/5441659068589424217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017284067018484470&amp;postID=5441659068589424217' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/5441659068589424217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/5441659068589424217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/2009/02/ganhei-um-meme-da-jois-do-blog-leiamais.html' title=''/><author><name>FRANCYELLE FERNANDES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SVazkoRDKaI/AAAAAAAAANc/25lpXDr5VB8/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SZdkycrsm_I/AAAAAAAAAR0/Tmk-NGeAa94/s72-c/66%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017284067018484470.post-1695106459855298816</id><published>2009-02-04T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:22:53.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SYn5BhdgyVI/AAAAAAAAARs/GmFez5qAKS0/s1600-h/margarida-delgado2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299040241135438162" style="WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SYn5BhdgyVI/AAAAAAAAARs/GmFez5qAKS0/s320/margarida-delgado2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando voce for me leve...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se por acaso não possa me carregar pela mão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me leve no seu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se no coração, nao possa me levar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me leve no seu lembrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E se ai tambem não possa me levar por causa de &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tantas coisas que leve ja viva em seus pensamentos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me leve no esquecimento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017284067018484470-1695106459855298816?l=deseosdiamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/feeds/1695106459855298816/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017284067018484470&amp;postID=1695106459855298816' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/1695106459855298816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/1695106459855298816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/2009/02/quando-voce-for-me-leve.html' title=''/><author><name>FRANCYELLE FERNANDES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SVazkoRDKaI/AAAAAAAAANc/25lpXDr5VB8/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SYn5BhdgyVI/AAAAAAAAARs/GmFez5qAKS0/s72-c/margarida-delgado2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017284067018484470.post-8074480933091509096</id><published>2009-01-30T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:36:29.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SYNkvtHa2GI/AAAAAAAAARk/J8WQK_uQ6vY/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297188357445179490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SYNkvtHa2GI/AAAAAAAAARk/J8WQK_uQ6vY/s320/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SYNhS5L3rHI/AAAAAAAAARc/jndeDK93ieI/s1600-h/selvaggiaamoreselvyg11uj4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Te Amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Como me machuca te ver e longe e só poder te olhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Estar perto de você e não poder te abraçar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Saber o seu nome e não poder te chamar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ficar a sua espera e não te ver chegar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Como me machuca estar a tão pouca distancia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;que nos vai separando e de te vou me distanciando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;restanto apenas a esperança de um dia poder te dizer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;EU TE AMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SYNUAqk__vI/AAAAAAAAARU/Xdyw5btnQMg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017284067018484470-8074480933091509096?l=deseosdiamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/feeds/8074480933091509096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017284067018484470&amp;postID=8074480933091509096' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/8074480933091509096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/8074480933091509096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/2009/01/te-amar-como-me-machuca-te-ver-e-longe.html' title=''/><author><name>FRANCYELLE FERNANDES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SVazkoRDKaI/AAAAAAAAANc/25lpXDr5VB8/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SYNkvtHa2GI/AAAAAAAAARk/J8WQK_uQ6vY/s72-c/untitled2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017284067018484470.post-3620028603624444905</id><published>2009-01-24T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:28:08.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SXtrJfVG8tI/AAAAAAAAARM/5OghyqmgP9U/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294943597677179602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SXtrJfVG8tI/AAAAAAAAARM/5OghyqmgP9U/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você faz os pelos das minhas costas se arrepiarem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apenas um toque...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E eu entro em erupção&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como um vulcão &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E eu te recebo com meu amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So você me faz dizer... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que eu preciso de você, eu amo você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Meu amor as coisas que você faz você me deixa louca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me faz correr para você &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu amo fazer amor com você, você sabe que eu sou sua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Estou tão viciada, como se voce fosse a mais doce das drogas apenas o suficiente...ainda é bastante&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Digo que estou sonhando por estar louca de amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não posso me controlar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby o que estamos fazendo faz o sol nascer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Continue me amando até que ele se ponha &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E eu sei o que eu faria se perdesse o seu toque&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E esse é o motivo pelo qual eu sempre te deixo por aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu amor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te amo&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/2017284067018484470-3620028603624444905?l=deseosdiamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/feeds/3620028603624444905/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017284067018484470&amp;postID=3620028603624444905' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/3620028603624444905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/3620028603624444905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/2009/01/voc-faz-os-pelos-das-minhas-costas-se.html' title=''/><author><name>FRANCYELLE FERNANDES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SVazkoRDKaI/AAAAAAAAANc/25lpXDr5VB8/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SXtrJfVG8tI/AAAAAAAAARM/5OghyqmgP9U/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017284067018484470.post-820025198028081483</id><published>2009-01-22T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T11:05:06.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SXi86TkY-wI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/xwTlq5B5ggA/s1600-h/529665306_img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294189071845358338" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SXi86TkY-wI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/xwTlq5B5ggA/s320/529665306_img.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desabafos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Compreender-te eu já não tento mais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;meus&lt;/span&gt; sentimentos por ti estão ficando para trás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Seus olhos me dizem que eu não quero ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;coisas que machucam e podem ate ferir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sei que há algo errado,pois, você não era assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Queria que me contasse,mas, você não confia mais em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Estou cansada desse seu jeito de me humilhar,me menosprezar, de me ignorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;sei que nunca serei aquilo que você queria que eu fosse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Infelizmente nada posso fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;esse é o meu jeito de ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Está tudo tão errado em minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;nada mais para mim faz sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;E o crepúsculo de hoje só me trás saudades e solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;e um imenso vazio toma conta do meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Os dias passa, enquanto eu fico aqui no meu mundo imaginário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;E vejo que cada dia que passa, você fica longe um pouco mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;                                                   &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;   (espero que o tempo resolva nossas desavenças)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017284067018484470-820025198028081483?l=deseosdiamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/feeds/820025198028081483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017284067018484470&amp;postID=820025198028081483' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/820025198028081483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/820025198028081483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/2009/01/desabafos.html' title=''/><author><name>FRANCYELLE FERNANDES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SVazkoRDKaI/AAAAAAAAANc/25lpXDr5VB8/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SXi86TkY-wI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/xwTlq5B5ggA/s72-c/529665306_img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017284067018484470.post-746737415989017937</id><published>2009-01-13T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T13:32:45.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SW0IVIZzQ3I/AAAAAAAAAP0/qGagLY_FOts/s1600-h/untitled+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290894296356176754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SW0IVIZzQ3I/AAAAAAAAAP0/qGagLY_FOts/s320/untitled+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Belo amanhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhece na praia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E não há nada mais no mundo que eu queira senão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;acordar e ver, (contigo)...&lt;br /&gt;Esta belo amanhecer,&lt;br /&gt;Eu agora apenas gravo o tempo outra vez,&lt;br /&gt;Penso que morrerei sozinha, numa noite sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora estou, nas alturas...&lt;br /&gt;Correndo solitária, entre as estrelas lá em cima.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes...&lt;br /&gt;É dificíl acreditar, que você lembra de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Belo amanhecer,&lt;br /&gt;Fundido com as estrelas outra vez.&lt;br /&gt;Tu lembras-te do dia, quando a minha viagem começou?&lt;br /&gt;Lembrar-te-ás do fim, (do tempo)...&lt;br /&gt;Belo amanhecer,&lt;br /&gt;Tu apenas avivas-te a minha memória, outra vez,&lt;br /&gt;Pensava que tinha nascido numa noite sem fim, até tu brilhares...&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora estou, nas alturas...&lt;br /&gt;Correndo solitária entre as estrelas lá em cima.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes...&lt;br /&gt;É dificíl de acreditar, que você lembra de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Serás o meu ombro, quando eu estiver pálida e velha?&lt;br /&gt;Promete-me que o amanhã começará contigo,&lt;br /&gt;Possuindo as alturas...&lt;br /&gt;Correndo solitário entre as estrelas lá em cima.&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes...&lt;br /&gt;É dificíl de acreditar, que você lembra de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&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/2017284067018484470-746737415989017937?l=deseosdiamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/feeds/746737415989017937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017284067018484470&amp;postID=746737415989017937' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/746737415989017937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/746737415989017937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/2009/01/belo-amanhecer-amanhece-na-praia-e-no-h.html' title=''/><author><name>FRANCYELLE FERNANDES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SVazkoRDKaI/AAAAAAAAANc/25lpXDr5VB8/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SW0IVIZzQ3I/AAAAAAAAAP0/qGagLY_FOts/s72-c/untitled+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017284067018484470.post-5786645727498553056</id><published>2009-01-10T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T13:26:02.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UM SORRISO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SWkOmqLJQ1I/AAAAAAAAAPk/xY0EYBnH0Fs/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289775294642209618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SWkOmqLJQ1I/AAAAAAAAAPk/xY0EYBnH0Fs/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um sorriso não custa nada e rende muito, enriquece a quem o recebe sem empobrecer a quem dá, dura somente um instante, mas, seus efeitos perduram para sempre, ninguem é tão rico que dele não precise, ninguem é tão pobre que não o possa dár. Devo a felicidade a todos e a toda parte.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;È símbolo da amizade e da boa vontade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;È alegria para os desanimados&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;È repouso para os cansados&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;È raio de sol para os tristes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;È ressurreição para os desesperados&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não se compra, nem se vende, não se empresta, nenhuma moeda do mundo pode pagar seu valor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não há ninguem que precise tanto de um sorriso, como aquele que não sabe sorrir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando você nasceu todos sorriam, só você chorava.Viva de tal maneira que, quando você  morrer, todos choram SÒ VOCÊ SORRIA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017284067018484470-5786645727498553056?l=deseosdiamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/feeds/5786645727498553056/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017284067018484470&amp;postID=5786645727498553056' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/5786645727498553056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/5786645727498553056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/2009/01/um-sorriso.html' title='UM SORRISO'/><author><name>FRANCYELLE FERNANDES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SVazkoRDKaI/AAAAAAAAANc/25lpXDr5VB8/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SWkOmqLJQ1I/AAAAAAAAAPk/xY0EYBnH0Fs/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017284067018484470.post-7393955836390108420</id><published>2009-01-05T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:34:08.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SWKKwg897eI/AAAAAAAAAPc/gZq2vZK8PW0/s1600-h/BXK15424_cores-do-crepusculo800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287941478570388962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SWKKwg897eI/AAAAAAAAAPc/gZq2vZK8PW0/s320/BXK15424_cores-do-crepusculo800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vida é um grande palco,onde se você perder tempo com ensaios ou com erros, o espetaculo termina e voce passa despercebido, nao tenha medo de errar e acredite que no final dará tudo certo. Por isso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sonhe como se fosse viver para sempre, viva como se fosse morrer amanhã.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque na vida não há retornos, so recordações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017284067018484470-7393955836390108420?l=deseosdiamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/feeds/7393955836390108420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017284067018484470&amp;postID=7393955836390108420' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/7393955836390108420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/7393955836390108420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/2009/01/vida-um-grande-palcoonde-se-voc-perder.html' title=''/><author><name>FRANCYELLE FERNANDES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SVazkoRDKaI/AAAAAAAAANc/25lpXDr5VB8/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SWKKwg897eI/AAAAAAAAAPc/gZq2vZK8PW0/s72-c/BXK15424_cores-do-crepusculo800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017284067018484470.post-1960788666349837626</id><published>2009-01-02T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T15:02:18.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SV6Z7Dgi84I/AAAAAAAAAPM/kbCVlPQQm5A/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+19291533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286832252412687234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 62px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SV6Z7Dgi84I/AAAAAAAAAPM/kbCVlPQQm5A/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+19291533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SV6Zly4R3WI/AAAAAAAAAPE/csi_7JKJmZo/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+19291533.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SV6Zly4R3WI/AAAAAAAAAPE/csi_7JKJmZo/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+19291533.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Seus olhos são frios como a escuridão, mas, no instante que captou o meu eles roubaram o meu coração.Eu não sabia o que acontecia comigo,mas, de algum modo eu pertencia a ele.Toda vez que eu o vejo o meu coração disparada, como se fosse saltar de meu peito, cada celula de meu corpo sente sua presença.Não estar com ele é como estar morta, ou talvaz pior.Quando estou ao lado dele as horas voam e o mundo ao nosso redor desaparece.Esse olhar dele me fascina e me deixa tonta.Tudo nele é tão perfeito, tão elegante, tão surreal.Ao lado dele me sinto tão segura e tudo fica intensamente lindo.Eu o amo de verdade, e esse amor que brota de minha alma sera por toda a eternidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SV6Zly4R3WI/AAAAAAAAAPE/csi_7JKJmZo/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+19291533.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017284067018484470-1960788666349837626?l=deseosdiamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/feeds/1960788666349837626/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017284067018484470&amp;postID=1960788666349837626' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/1960788666349837626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/1960788666349837626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/2009/01/seus-olhos-so-frios-como-escurido-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>FRANCYELLE FERNANDES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SVazkoRDKaI/AAAAAAAAANc/25lpXDr5VB8/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SV6Z7Dgi84I/AAAAAAAAAPM/kbCVlPQQm5A/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+19291533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017284067018484470.post-7406106824020962049</id><published>2008-12-30T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:42:41.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SVqHjqwrQbI/AAAAAAAAAO0/3SebMXzx-ZM/s1600-h/1200994073_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285686159516320178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SVqHjqwrQbI/AAAAAAAAAO0/3SebMXzx-ZM/s320/1200994073_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta de quando era criança e não me preocupava com nada&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta de quando não me sentia abandonada,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta de ter a ingenuidade de uma criança&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta de quando ainda tinha esperança,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta de acreditar nas pessoas&lt;br /&gt;e de imaginar que todas são boas&lt;br /&gt;Enfim há tantas coisas de que sinto falta, há tantas lembranças, tantos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;que deixo para trás, tantas coisas que estarás só na minha memoria&lt;br /&gt;Ainda há tanta coisa que ainda sentirei falta,mas, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;estaram&lt;/span&gt; todas em mim, farão parte de minhas lembranças.E seguirei em frente vivendo com minhas memorias.&lt;br /&gt; Mas o que é a vida, senão recordações?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017284067018484470-7406106824020962049?l=deseosdiamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/feeds/7406106824020962049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017284067018484470&amp;postID=7406106824020962049' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/7406106824020962049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/7406106824020962049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/2008/12/sinto-falta-de-quando-era-criana-e-no.html' title=''/><author><name>FRANCYELLE FERNANDES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SVazkoRDKaI/AAAAAAAAANc/25lpXDr5VB8/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SVqHjqwrQbI/AAAAAAAAAO0/3SebMXzx-ZM/s72-c/1200994073_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017284067018484470.post-3840568629055646385</id><published>2008-12-27T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T14:34:22.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SVaesTILG7I/AAAAAAAAANU/C8V9-sRb-fE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284585696651844530" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SVaesTILG7I/AAAAAAAAANU/C8V9-sRb-fE/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Felicidade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apenas uma palavra...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apenas dez letras...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apenas um sentimento...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poucos conseguem senti-la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poucos a entendem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muitos a querem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muitos não sabe o seu significado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou não a ver...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Felicidade, esta em um amanhecer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em um cantar dos pássaros...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou então em ouvir a voz da pessoa amada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muitas vezes a felicidade vem por estarmos sozinhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou numa multidão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As vezes só de ouvir uma canção...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não importa o que você faça...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre vai haver uma pessoa feliz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pode não ser você...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas tenha certeza que  por mais insignificante que seja...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre haverá felicidade em suas atitudes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então para que ela não passe despercebida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sempre faça o bem para si mesmo e para os outros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faça amigos, deixe o orgulho de lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois nao há felicidade maior do que &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;poder contar com um ombro amigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então verás que a felicidade sempre esteve ao seu lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So faltava você enxerga-la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017284067018484470-3840568629055646385?l=deseosdiamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/feeds/3840568629055646385/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017284067018484470&amp;postID=3840568629055646385' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/3840568629055646385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/3840568629055646385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/2008/12/felicidade.html' title=''/><author><name>FRANCYELLE FERNANDES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SVazkoRDKaI/AAAAAAAAANc/25lpXDr5VB8/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SVaesTILG7I/AAAAAAAAANU/C8V9-sRb-fE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017284067018484470.post-1876657635107198398</id><published>2008-12-26T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T15:09:37.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SVVbvXywEZI/AAAAAAAAANM/u0G4BXGb7jM/s1600-h/89319_639640449_amorrr_H062909_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284230607188005266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SVVbvXywEZI/AAAAAAAAANM/u0G4BXGb7jM/s320/89319_639640449_amorrr_H062909_L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Algum Dia&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se encontro o seu olhar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já me sinto apaixonada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu era menos frágil antes de te conhecer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me sinto tão perdida,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agora que você se mandou. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me faz tão mal reviver suas lembranças.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estou tão triste, mas, continuo de pé.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;E por mais que você não queira&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;cedo ou tarde &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vai entender o quanto te amei.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Algum dia, sem pensar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;você ira estranhar o espaço de sua cama.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Algum dia, pela manhã &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;você irá descobrir que te faço falta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;E quem sabe, talvez,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;descobrira que me ama.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;E sofrerá pela sua perda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só que será muito tarde. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu já estarei em outra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;E você aprenderá que&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só descobrimos o que é importante&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando o perdemos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você ficará tão arrasado quanto eu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas já não estarei mais aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei que cada vez que eu te vir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ainda vai doer la no fundo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas sei que algum dia eu ficarei bem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017284067018484470-1876657635107198398?l=deseosdiamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/feeds/1876657635107198398/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017284067018484470&amp;postID=1876657635107198398' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/1876657635107198398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/1876657635107198398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/2008/12/algum-dia-se-encontro-o-seu-olhar-j-me.html' title=''/><author><name>FRANCYELLE FERNANDES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SVazkoRDKaI/AAAAAAAAANc/25lpXDr5VB8/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SVVbvXywEZI/AAAAAAAAANM/u0G4BXGb7jM/s72-c/89319_639640449_amorrr_H062909_L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017284067018484470.post-6432284811941768397</id><published>2008-12-20T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T14:30:41.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentos de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SU1lq6a2YkI/AAAAAAAAAM0/2VA-mnjTMj4/s1600-h/sonho_amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281989725886243394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SU1lq6a2YkI/AAAAAAAAAM0/2VA-mnjTMj4/s320/sonho_amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ela facilmente rendeu-se aos seus abraços,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;e os lábios dele começou uma delicada exploração,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tocando-lhe os cabelos, as pálpebras,antes de afagar as maças do rosto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;e mergulhar até a boca.O beijo foi suave, quase súplice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ele então curvou-se e colou os lábios na garganta dela, no ponto onde o &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;pulso palpitava enlouquecido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Então pouco a pouco começou a descer, permitindo que a boca explorasse, sem pressa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;seu corpo macio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os lábios dele acariciaram seu pescoço, demorando no ponto vulnerável atrás da orelha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ele agora abaixou a cabeça e ela sentiu sua boca tépida e provocante contra a maciez dos seios, tomou-os nas mãos, afagando as ondulações perfumadas, depois venerando-as com a boca. Capturou cada mamilo entre os lábios, alternadamente, sugando os bicos rosados com delicadeza, a língua uma labareda a dançar entre ambos, provocando-os ate enrijecerem numa doçura intolerável.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando a boca retornou ate a sua,ela se rendeu sabendo que era impossível resistir, sentiu o gosto da própria pele nos lábios dele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As mãos dele começou acariciar o seu corpo e cada toque despertou-lhe os sentidos, fazendo seu sangue ferver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ela queria que ele parasse porque o prazer era quase insuportável.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E como se ele soubesse disso guiou-se para dentro dela, preenchendo a calidez de seu corpo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Começaram então uma cavalgada rumo ao prazer extremo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De repente uma palpitação latejou dentro dela, avultando ate beirar a agonia, perderam então o controle, os corpos todos convulsos em espasmos deleitosos,sentirão o tremor do êxtase e se entregaram a um prazer enlouquecedor.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017284067018484470-6432284811941768397?l=deseosdiamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/feeds/6432284811941768397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017284067018484470&amp;postID=6432284811941768397' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/6432284811941768397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/6432284811941768397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/2008/12/momentos-de-amor.html' title='Momentos de amor'/><author><name>FRANCYELLE FERNANDES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SVazkoRDKaI/AAAAAAAAANc/25lpXDr5VB8/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SU1lq6a2YkI/AAAAAAAAAM0/2VA-mnjTMj4/s72-c/sonho_amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017284067018484470.post-3699951451475409598</id><published>2008-12-17T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T15:07:45.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SUmEvS8QRZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/PDYAMur2QsY/s1600-h/g.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280897986141898130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SUmEvS8QRZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/PDYAMur2QsY/s320/g.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando eu te vejo meu coração dispara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo em você é perfeito, tão perfeito que me tira o fôlego&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo em você me perturba, mas,  eu quero muito mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu quero o seu amor, seus toques, seus desejos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu quero você em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu preciso de você em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu coração esta condenado a ter amar para sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem mesmo o tempo, a historia ou a vida vai tirar você de dentro mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você esta em meus sonhos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você faz parte de minhas fantasias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por toda a minha vida eu vou te amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por todo minha vida eu vou te esperar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E por todo o sempre comigo você estará.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017284067018484470-3699951451475409598?l=deseosdiamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/feeds/3699951451475409598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017284067018484470&amp;postID=3699951451475409598' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/3699951451475409598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/3699951451475409598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/2008/12/quando-eu-te-vejo-meu-corao-dispara.html' title=''/><author><name>FRANCYELLE FERNANDES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SVazkoRDKaI/AAAAAAAAANc/25lpXDr5VB8/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SUmEvS8QRZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/PDYAMur2QsY/s72-c/g.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017284067018484470.post-1184998545682566659</id><published>2008-12-12T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:24:15.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SULEX0BMyfI/AAAAAAAAALk/7JFzNxBJoQo/s1600-h/332152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278997626611354098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SULEX0BMyfI/AAAAAAAAALk/7JFzNxBJoQo/s320/332152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quase&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meias palavras...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;È quase tudo o que eu tenho de voce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meias- palavras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quase me querendo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quase me condenando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quase...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meias verdades...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;È quase isso o que você me diz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meias- verdades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quase me dizendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quase me mostrando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quase...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meios- toques&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;È quase tudo o que consigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meios-toques&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quase se entregando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quase me amando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quase...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017284067018484470-1184998545682566659?l=deseosdiamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/feeds/1184998545682566659/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017284067018484470&amp;postID=1184998545682566659' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/1184998545682566659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/1184998545682566659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/2008/12/quase-meias-palavras.html' title=''/><author><name>FRANCYELLE FERNANDES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SVazkoRDKaI/AAAAAAAAANc/25lpXDr5VB8/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SULEX0BMyfI/AAAAAAAAALk/7JFzNxBJoQo/s72-c/332152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017284067018484470.post-7665829670236385923</id><published>2008-12-11T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:09:16.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SUGBT4o0daI/AAAAAAAAALc/tp8jis3-7A8/s1600-h/002.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278642416876025250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SUGBT4o0daI/AAAAAAAAALc/tp8jis3-7A8/s320/002.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quantos desejos secretos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;passam por minha mente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Essa paixão contida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;secreta, proibida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;difícil de disfarçar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mil motivos nos separam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sufocando qualquer desejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nossos mundos são tão diferentes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e eu escondo meus instintos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e te amo em devaneios...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esses beijos emocionantes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;trocados em minha mente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;horas de pura magia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez nunca sejamos amantes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas, matenho a esperança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que o tempo vai consiguir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nossas vidas reunir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tenho fé e confiança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iremos provar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;as delicias deste fruto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que por hora proibido...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nosso amor será total&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E seremos feliz até o final&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017284067018484470-7665829670236385923?l=deseosdiamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/feeds/7665829670236385923/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017284067018484470&amp;postID=7665829670236385923' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/7665829670236385923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/7665829670236385923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/2008/12/quantos-desejos-secretos-passam-por.html' title=''/><author><name>FRANCYELLE FERNANDES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SVazkoRDKaI/AAAAAAAAANc/25lpXDr5VB8/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SUGBT4o0daI/AAAAAAAAALc/tp8jis3-7A8/s72-c/002.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2017284067018484470.post-8938208234008760804</id><published>2008-12-10T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:38:11.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SUAon4TmBEI/AAAAAAAAALM/olXJet2UN4c/s1600-h/Rosas%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278263428872799298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SUAon4TmBEI/AAAAAAAAALM/olXJet2UN4c/s320/Rosas%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem já perdeu alguem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sabe o que é essa dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olhar para o ceu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e só sentir esse profundo vazio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saber que a cada dia a solidão &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;toma,mas,conta de minha alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ficar aqui te espetando &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e voce nao aparecer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu sinto tanto a sua falta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu nunca soube que podia doer tanto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E a cada dia que a vida passa eu desejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poder falar com voce por um tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto saudades mas eu tento nao chorar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;enquanto o tempo passa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todos esses problemas que a vida traz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;seria bem mais facil se voce estivesse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;aqui comigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O tempo passa e eu continuo aqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;olhando pela janela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e de uma coisa eu sei &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu nunca direi adeus... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2017284067018484470-8938208234008760804?l=deseosdiamore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/feeds/8938208234008760804/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2017284067018484470&amp;postID=8938208234008760804' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/8938208234008760804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2017284067018484470/posts/default/8938208234008760804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deseosdiamore.blogspot.com/2008/12/quem-j-perdeu-alguem-sabe-o-que-essa.html' title=''/><author><name>FRANCYELLE FERNANDES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SVazkoRDKaI/AAAAAAAAANc/25lpXDr5VB8/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07Guc-rlcpE/SUAon4TmBEI/AAAAAAAAALM/olXJet2UN4c/s72-c/Rosas%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
