<?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-3739567885403236954</id><updated>2011-05-08T14:33:08.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Things ' ♫</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739567885403236954/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Little Things ' ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12944960349279144172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IAA8bDNg3k4/TW5ny7fqCtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ecCwRQ3gMsA/s220/190358_115005281907381_100001937304557_111446_705164_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739567885403236954.post-483582212469340548</id><published>2011-05-08T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T14:33:08.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mãe.. Meu mundo.. Meu tudo, parabéns!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mãe, hoje posso dizer com toda a certeza que te admiro .. Não pela pessoa que voce é, não por sempre me apoiar, não pela sua beleza, nem por esse seu charme natural de levar a vida e fazer dela bela mesmo nos piores momentos possiveis, te admiro por voce conseguir ser e fazer todas essas coisas e ainda poder aguentar todos a sua volta te colocando pra baixo, aguentar a nós, filhos, e nos amar apesar de toda a preocupação e desrespeito, e todas as coisas ruins que causamos a voces, e principalmente por, alem de tudo isso, poupar voces de uma vida .. Sim, uma vida social, um chopinho com as amigas, arrumar um novo namorado(para as mães solteiras), ou apenas ir sozinha até a esquina sem se preocupar conosco.. Acho que é por tudo isso que voce tem seu dia, mãe , parabéns pela sua força, e obrigada por existir !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ass: Bruna*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M_MAKWpBAyA/TccLzAtxWFI/AAAAAAAAADo/SaPCAEbW3LM/s1600/116011_Papel-de-Parede-Mae-e-filha-116011_1280x1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M_MAKWpBAyA/TccLzAtxWFI/AAAAAAAAADo/SaPCAEbW3LM/s320/116011_Papel-de-Parede-Mae-e-filha-116011_1280x1024.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YClDbyBGrKU/TccL0AiFyKI/AAAAAAAAADw/IwgPywSAtJc/s1600/GRAVIDA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Mudançaas chegando a cada dia maais com mais e mais intensidade .. o amor, que antes eu implorava pra me visitar, agoora não quer mais saair de perto, mas como, fato que é, tudo em ecesso enjoa, faz mal, ou simplesmente complica de alguma forma a vida da gente ... Ta tudo tão complicado, ontem me sentia como uma menininha, um patinho feio .. e hoje, mudei derepente, sou uma mulher, e não mais me preocupo com a opinião alheia como antes,dou o valor que mereço a mim,o que faz as pessoas também darem o valor que eu mereço. A vida me transformou e hoje sei, que sou sim, uma gotinha de agua no mar enorme da vida, mas que sem essa gotinha, o mar não seria o mesmo !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739567885403236954-8159391247762285753?l=momentsandthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8159391247762285753/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/2011/04/hoje-aprendi-que-sou-importante.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739567885403236954/posts/default/8159391247762285753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739567885403236954/posts/default/8159391247762285753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/2011/04/hoje-aprendi-que-sou-importante.html' title='Hoje aprendi que sou importante : )'/><author><name>The Little Things ' ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12944960349279144172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IAA8bDNg3k4/TW5ny7fqCtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ecCwRQ3gMsA/s220/190358_115005281907381_100001937304557_111446_705164_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739567885403236954.post-1754739649652719755</id><published>2011-03-16T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T08:30:14.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boa tarde caros amantes de músicas românticas ... Só pra refletir ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/IMgu9cmuGDg/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IMgu9cmuGDg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IMgu9cmuGDg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="letra_original" style="float: left; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; text-align: right; width: 320px;"&gt;&lt;h3 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;If It Kills Me- Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Hello, tell me you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Yeah, you figured me out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Something gave it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It would be such a beautiful moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;To see the look on your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;To know that I know that you know now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And baby that's a case of my wishful thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;You know nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Cause you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Why, we go carrying on for hours, on and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;We get along much better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Than you and your boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Well all I really wanna do is love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A kind much closer than friends use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="height: 32px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;But I still can't say it after all we've been through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And all I really want from you is to feel me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="height: 32px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;As the feeling inside keeps building&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="height: 32px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And I will find a way to you if it kills me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;If it kills me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="height: 32px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;How long, can I go on like this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Wishing to kiss you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Before I rightly explode?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Well this double life I lead isn't healthy for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;In fact it makes me nervous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;If I get caught I could be risking it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Cause maybe there's a lot that I miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;In case I'm wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Well all I really wanna do is love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A kind much closer than friends use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="height: 32px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;But I still can't say it after all we've been through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And all I really want from you is to feel me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="height: 32px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;As the feeling inside keeps building&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="height: 32px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And I will find a way to you if it kills me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;If it kills me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;If I should be so bold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I'd ask you to hold my heart in your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tell you from the start how I've longed to be your man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;But I never said I would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I guess I'm gonna miss my chance again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;All I really wanna do is love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A kind much closer than friends use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="height: 32px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;But I still can't say it after all we've been through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And all I really want from you is to feel me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="height: 32px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;As the feeling inside keeps building&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="height: 32px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And I will find a way to you if it kills me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;If it kills me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;If it kills me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I think it might kill me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And all I really want from you is to feel me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="height: 32px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It's a feeling inside that keeps building&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="height: 32px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And I will find a way to you if it kills me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;If it kills me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;If it kills me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It might kill me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;TRADUÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="letra_traducao" style="float: left; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; width: 320px;"&gt;&lt;h3 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Nem Que Eu Morra- Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Oi, me diga você sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sim, você me entendeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Algo me entregou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E seria um momento tão lindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;De ver o olhar no seu rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;De saber que eu sei que você sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E baby isso é o caso de eu desejar em pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Você não sabe de nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Porque você e eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Por que, nós continuamos por horas, horas e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Nós nos damos muito melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Do que você e seu namorado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Bom tudo que eu quero fazer realmente é te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;De um jeito mais pessoal que os amigos são&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mas eu ainda não posso dizer isso, depois de tudo que nós passamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E tudo que eu quero de você é, que você me sinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Enquanto os sentimentos de dentro continuam construindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E eu vou achar um jeito para chegar a você, nem que eu morra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Nem que eu morra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Bom por quanto tempo, eu posso continuar desse jeito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Querendo beijar você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Antes certamente da minha explosão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Essa vida dupla que eu vivo não é saudável pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;De fato, ela me deixa nervoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Se eu for pego e posso está arriscando tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Baby tem um monte de coisa que eu sinto falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;No caso de eu estou errado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Bom tudo que eu quero fazer realmente é te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;De um jeito mais pessoal que os amigos são&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mas eu ainda não posso dizer isso, depois de tudo que nós passamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E tudo que eu quero de você é, que você me sinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Enquanto os sentimentos de dentro continuam construindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E eu vou achar um jeito para chegar a você, nem que eu morra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Nem que eu morra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Se eu fosse corajoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu ira te pedir para segurar meu coração em sua mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Te diria logo de inicio como eu desejei ser teu homem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mas eu nunca disse que iria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu acho que vou perder a minha chance de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Bom tudo que eu quero fazer realmente é te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;De um jeito mais pessoal que os amigos são&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mas eu ainda não posso dizer isso, depois de tudo que nós passamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E tudo que eu quero de você é, que você me sinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Enquanto os sentimentos de dentro continuam construindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E eu vou achar um jeito para chegar a você, nem que eu morra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Nem que eu morra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Nem que eu morra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu acho que irá me matar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E tudo que eu quero de você é, que você me sinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;É um sentimento que continua crescendo dentro de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E eu vou achar um jeito para chegar a você, se isso me matar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Se isso me matar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Se isso me matar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Isso irá me matar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #686868; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; text-align: center;"&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/3739567885403236954-1754739649652719755?l=momentsandthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1754739649652719755/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/2011/03/boa-tarde-caros-amantes-de-musicas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739567885403236954/posts/default/1754739649652719755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739567885403236954/posts/default/1754739649652719755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/2011/03/boa-tarde-caros-amantes-de-musicas.html' title='Boa tarde caros amantes de músicas românticas ... Só pra refletir ;)'/><author><name>The Little Things ' ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12944960349279144172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IAA8bDNg3k4/TW5ny7fqCtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ecCwRQ3gMsA/s220/190358_115005281907381_100001937304557_111446_705164_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739567885403236954.post-6550173417311178353</id><published>2011-03-02T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T08:10:49.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lwKOJM-sVbY/TW5r_FUY5KI/AAAAAAAAADc/e6eGGgxJeGM/s1600/60d822a9a4f7aaa2696d00d3ebcaeb71298aa7bb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lwKOJM-sVbY/TW5r_FUY5KI/AAAAAAAAADc/e6eGGgxJeGM/s320/60d822a9a4f7aaa2696d00d3ebcaeb71298aa7bb.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;“ Se o “eu te amo” não estivesse tão banalizado as pessoas não estariam pedindo tantas provas desse amor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Denis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739567885403236954-6550173417311178353?l=momentsandthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6550173417311178353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739567885403236954/posts/default/6550173417311178353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739567885403236954/posts/default/6550173417311178353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>The Little Things ' ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12944960349279144172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IAA8bDNg3k4/TW5ny7fqCtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ecCwRQ3gMsA/s220/190358_115005281907381_100001937304557_111446_705164_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lwKOJM-sVbY/TW5r_FUY5KI/AAAAAAAAADc/e6eGGgxJeGM/s72-c/60d822a9a4f7aaa2696d00d3ebcaeb71298aa7bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739567885403236954.post-4843786747840942277</id><published>2011-03-02T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T07:48:14.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Em homenagem ao carnaval ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0fRMRXuab8/TW5lQrm79jI/AAAAAAAAACw/TF9x23LG6uQ/s1600/simpsons_carnaval.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0fRMRXuab8/TW5lQrm79jI/AAAAAAAAACw/TF9x23LG6uQ/s320/simpsons_carnaval.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;Frases de carnaval&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;taghw&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;taghw&gt;Se o&amp;nbsp;amor&amp;nbsp;é fantasia, eu me encontro ultimamente em pleno carnaval.&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vinícius de Moraes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Fantasia é um troço que o cara tira no carnaval.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;João Bosco&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-aHhAmWc85-w/TW26XACTnTI/AAAAAAAAACg/05vzlLM_Znc/s320/allright2sq3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-r2bxTZuMLiI/TW26YG8BsYI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZtX0_snMTxI/s1600/ANIVERSARIO+tirinha+hq+quadrinhos+engracados+humor.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-r2bxTZuMLiI/TW26YG8BsYI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZtX0_snMTxI/s320/ANIVERSARIO+tirinha+hq+quadrinhos+engracados+humor.PNG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--AJZdE7B53s/TW26ZQSg4WI/AAAAAAAAACs/ffeeur1sqUg/s1600/Camiseta+Taradona.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="294" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--AJZdE7B53s/TW26ZQSg4WI/AAAAAAAAACs/ffeeur1sqUg/s320/Camiseta+Taradona.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Booa noite a todos e até amanhã, ou melhoor, até mais tarde !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739567885403236954-6923025604668342861?l=momentsandthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6923025604668342861/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-pra-descontraiir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739567885403236954/posts/default/6923025604668342861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739567885403236954/posts/default/6923025604668342861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-pra-descontraiir.html' title='Só pra descontraiir ;)'/><author><name>The Little Things ' ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12944960349279144172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IAA8bDNg3k4/TW5ny7fqCtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ecCwRQ3gMsA/s220/190358_115005281907381_100001937304557_111446_705164_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-moXnX1geUPA/TW22ylHL1vI/AAAAAAAAACA/v0WRZKBv0W8/s72-c/dartboardkv7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739567885403236954.post-8057803590998885655</id><published>2011-03-01T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T19:01:35.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart it's broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-altGgpYjB24/TW2yyoWep8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/BnpJEEI7-To/s1600/my_heart_broke_by_metaledz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-altGgpYjB24/TW2yyoWep8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/BnpJEEI7-To/s1600/my_heart_broke_by_metaledz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Boken Hearted Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Beyoncé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♪ I don't want a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna play&lt;br /&gt;The broken-hearted girl&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no broken-hearted girl ♪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/HShtupau40Q/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HShtupau40Q&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HShtupau40Q&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739567885403236954-8057803590998885655?l=momentsandthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8057803590998885655/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-heart-its-broken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739567885403236954/posts/default/8057803590998885655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739567885403236954/posts/default/8057803590998885655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-heart-its-broken.html' title='My heart it&apos;s broken'/><author><name>The Little Things ' ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12944960349279144172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IAA8bDNg3k4/TW5ny7fqCtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ecCwRQ3gMsA/s220/190358_115005281907381_100001937304557_111446_705164_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-altGgpYjB24/TW2yyoWep8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/BnpJEEI7-To/s72-c/my_heart_broke_by_metaledz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739567885403236954.post-5617263199190894135</id><published>2011-03-01T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T18:53:23.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bem vindos ao mundo real !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-fWZZSg7-NBA/TW2w701RJLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QUqyGNGvxVg/s1600/1246026498521_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-fWZZSg7-NBA/TW2w701RJLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QUqyGNGvxVg/s320/1246026498521_f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bem vindo, essa é a sua vida, a vida no mundo real, só venho para deixarr a menssagem: Viva o agora, viva o real, pense pouco e execulte mais. Não se importe com a opinião alheia, viva menos no computador e mais namorando ao vivo, amor de coputador só serve mesmo para aumentar o ego.. Beijo de verdade é bem melhor que beijar a tela do pc , certo? E trocar carinhos pessoalmente é bem melhor do que por um simples texto! Viva mais o real, e menos o virtual, você pode se surpreender com o que a realidade pode lhe proporcionar!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;"&amp;nbsp; Espero que eu consiga deixar meu mundinho pra viver o real, mesmo ele não sendo tão bom quanto o mundo virtual!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739567885403236954-5617263199190894135?l=momentsandthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5617263199190894135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/2011/03/bem-vindos-ao-mundo-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739567885403236954/posts/default/5617263199190894135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739567885403236954/posts/default/5617263199190894135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/2011/03/bem-vindos-ao-mundo-real.html' title='Bem vindos ao mundo real !'/><author><name>The Little Things ' ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12944960349279144172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IAA8bDNg3k4/TW5ny7fqCtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ecCwRQ3gMsA/s220/190358_115005281907381_100001937304557_111446_705164_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-fWZZSg7-NBA/TW2w701RJLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QUqyGNGvxVg/s72-c/1246026498521_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739567885403236954.post-3990961961052157653</id><published>2011-03-01T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T12:40:49.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh eu rii .. Mas confesso que deu vontade !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/e_noa04wcOs/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e_noa04wcOs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e_noa04wcOs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;Assistam e digam oque acharam depois ;)&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/3739567885403236954-3990961961052157653?l=momentsandthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3990961961052157653/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/2011/03/ahh-eu-rii-mas-confesso-que-deu-vontade.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739567885403236954/posts/default/3990961961052157653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739567885403236954/posts/default/3990961961052157653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/2011/03/ahh-eu-rii-mas-confesso-que-deu-vontade.html' title='Ahh eu rii .. Mas confesso que deu vontade !'/><author><name>The Little Things ' ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12944960349279144172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IAA8bDNg3k4/TW5ny7fqCtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ecCwRQ3gMsA/s220/190358_115005281907381_100001937304557_111446_705164_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739567885403236954.post-2368013288075316861</id><published>2011-03-01T07:49:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T07:49:43.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase do dia :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pessimista&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;: Alguem que se queixa do barulho quando a sorte lhe bate a porta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Farmer`s Digest&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0qU90DofrDQ/TW0VTYkFrkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KiEHBLCS4Jg/s1600/pessimista.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0qU90DofrDQ/TW0VTYkFrkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KiEHBLCS4Jg/s320/pessimista.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;OBS: Infelizmente, é a pura realidade.. Eu por exemplo ja fiz isso tantas vezes .. Já fui muito pessimista, e hoje me arrependo, e não deixo as oportunidades passarem diante de meus olhos sem que eu consiga "puxar de volta pelos cabelos"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739567885403236954-2368013288075316861?l=momentsandthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2368013288075316861/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/2011/03/frase-do-dia-d_01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739567885403236954/posts/default/2368013288075316861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739567885403236954/posts/default/2368013288075316861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/2011/03/frase-do-dia-d_01.html' title='Frase do dia :D'/><author><name>The Little Things ' ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12944960349279144172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IAA8bDNg3k4/TW5ny7fqCtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ecCwRQ3gMsA/s220/190358_115005281907381_100001937304557_111446_705164_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0qU90DofrDQ/TW0VTYkFrkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KiEHBLCS4Jg/s72-c/pessimista.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739567885403236954.post-4923945949254421897</id><published>2011-03-01T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T07:50:41.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739567885403236954-4923945949254421897?l=momentsandthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4923945949254421897/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/2011/03/frase-do-dia-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739567885403236954/posts/default/4923945949254421897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739567885403236954/posts/default/4923945949254421897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/2011/03/frase-do-dia-d.html' title=''/><author><name>The Little Things ' ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12944960349279144172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IAA8bDNg3k4/TW5ny7fqCtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ecCwRQ3gMsA/s220/190358_115005281907381_100001937304557_111446_705164_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739567885403236954.post-5031241042545112766</id><published>2011-03-01T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T07:27:29.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque será que homens são todos iguais ?</title><content type='html'>E porque será que, mesmo assim a gente continua amando-os tanto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jP-E-z8XY6E/TW0QOebsBMI/AAAAAAAAABw/XyQ4_RItNB0/s1600/183360_115277468546829_100001937304557_113253_5993447_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jP-E-z8XY6E/TW0QOebsBMI/AAAAAAAAABw/XyQ4_RItNB0/s320/183360_115277468546829_100001937304557_113253_5993447_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;Homens : Ruim com eles, pior sem eles !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739567885403236954-5031241042545112766?l=momentsandthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5031241042545112766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/2011/03/porque-sera-que-homens-sao-todos-iguais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739567885403236954/posts/default/5031241042545112766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739567885403236954/posts/default/5031241042545112766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/2011/03/porque-sera-que-homens-sao-todos-iguais.html' title='Porque será que homens são todos iguais ?'/><author><name>The Little Things ' ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12944960349279144172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IAA8bDNg3k4/TW5ny7fqCtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ecCwRQ3gMsA/s220/190358_115005281907381_100001937304557_111446_705164_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jP-E-z8XY6E/TW0QOebsBMI/AAAAAAAAABw/XyQ4_RItNB0/s72-c/183360_115277468546829_100001937304557_113253_5993447_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739567885403236954.post-5418396363750215037</id><published>2011-03-01T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T06:09:32.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Msn : Porque você não entra ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dKmRLvth4n0/TWz-BiH7t6I/AAAAAAAAABs/R_ubRNt-SNU/s1600/amor+de+msn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dKmRLvth4n0/TWz-BiH7t6I/AAAAAAAAABs/R_ubRNt-SNU/s1600/amor+de+msn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Meu diia fica sempre melhoor quando você entra *-*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739567885403236954-5418396363750215037?l=momentsandthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5418396363750215037/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/2011/03/msn-porque-voce-nao-entra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739567885403236954/posts/default/5418396363750215037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739567885403236954/posts/default/5418396363750215037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/2011/03/msn-porque-voce-nao-entra.html' title='Msn : Porque você não entra ?'/><author><name>The Little Things ' ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12944960349279144172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IAA8bDNg3k4/TW5ny7fqCtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ecCwRQ3gMsA/s220/190358_115005281907381_100001937304557_111446_705164_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dKmRLvth4n0/TWz-BiH7t6I/AAAAAAAAABs/R_ubRNt-SNU/s72-c/amor+de+msn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739567885403236954.post-6950170326735510835</id><published>2011-02-28T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T19:40:23.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um amor de verdade não tem despedidas, volta pra minha viida ♪</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0TPHQ2YH658/TWxqMm4Hz3I/AAAAAAAAABo/2z3eUQiMxus/s1600/tumblr_lgfeujuX9o1qf9qhpo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0TPHQ2YH658/TWxqMm4Hz3I/AAAAAAAAABo/2z3eUQiMxus/s320/tumblr_lgfeujuX9o1qf9qhpo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Você já gostou tanto de alguém, que seu coração chegou a doer por ficar longe por qualquer tempinho que seja ? :s&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739567885403236954-6950170326735510835?l=momentsandthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6950170326735510835/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/2011/02/um-amor-de-verdade-nao-tem-despedidas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739567885403236954/posts/default/6950170326735510835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739567885403236954/posts/default/6950170326735510835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/2011/02/um-amor-de-verdade-nao-tem-despedidas.html' title='Um amor de verdade não tem despedidas, volta pra minha viida ♪'/><author><name>The Little Things ' ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12944960349279144172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IAA8bDNg3k4/TW5ny7fqCtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ecCwRQ3gMsA/s220/190358_115005281907381_100001937304557_111446_705164_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0TPHQ2YH658/TWxqMm4Hz3I/AAAAAAAAABo/2z3eUQiMxus/s72-c/tumblr_lgfeujuX9o1qf9qhpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739567885403236954.post-4398521323346958129</id><published>2011-02-28T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T19:36:30.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♪ -- You take my hand and drag me headfirst, Fearless '♥</title><content type='html'>Ahh amor, eu te amo tanto que até dói sabia?&lt;br /&gt;Alguém já teve um beijo perfeito? Eu ainda sinto seu perfume João, e o gosto daquele beijo ainda ta na minha boca, porque será? Será que é verdade o que dizem, que quando a gente encontra o verdadeiro amor, a gente sente? Estraguei tudo por besteira, eu sei, e tomara que você ainda me ame depois disso .. Vou postar aqui uma, aliás duas músicas que me fazem pensar muuito nele, e que naqueles momentos que eu quero lembrar do nosso beijo eu ouço .. rs' .. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A música é meio antiga, realmente .. Mas as vezes é tão gostoso desenterrar músicas la do fundo do baú e ficar horas e horas ouvindo .. hehe'&lt;br /&gt;Duvido que alguém nunca tenha feito isso!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fearless&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra" style="font-size: 15px;" tabindex="-1"&gt;There's somethin' 'bout the way&lt;br /&gt;The street looks when it's just rained&lt;br /&gt;There's a glow off the pavement&lt;br /&gt;Walk me to the car&lt;br /&gt;And you know I wanna ask you to dance right there&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the parking lot&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;We're drivin' down the road&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you know&lt;br /&gt;I'm tryin' so hard not to get caught up now&lt;br /&gt;But you're just so cool&lt;br /&gt;Run your hands through your hair&lt;br /&gt;Absentmindedly makin' me want you&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how it gets better than this&lt;br /&gt;You take my hand and drag me headfirst&lt;br /&gt;Fearless&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why when with you I'd dance&lt;br /&gt;In a storm in my best dress&lt;br /&gt;Fearless&lt;br /&gt;So baby drive slow&lt;br /&gt;'Til we run out of road in this one horse town&lt;br /&gt;I wanna stay right here in this passenger seat&lt;br /&gt;You put your eyes on me&lt;br /&gt;In this moment now, capture it, remember it&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I don't know how it gets better than this&lt;br /&gt;You take my hand and drag me headfirst&lt;br /&gt;Fearless&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why but with you I'd dance&lt;br /&gt;In a storm in my best dress&lt;br /&gt;Fearless&lt;br /&gt;Well, you stood there with me in the doorway&lt;br /&gt;My hands shake&lt;br /&gt;I'm not usually this way but&lt;br /&gt;You pull me in and I'm a little more brave&lt;br /&gt;It's a first kiss,&lt;br /&gt;It's flawless,&lt;br /&gt;Really something,&lt;br /&gt;It's fearless.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I don't know how it gets better than this&lt;br /&gt;You take my hand and drag me headfirst&lt;br /&gt;Fearless&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why but with you I'd dance&lt;br /&gt;In a storm in my best dress&lt;br /&gt;Fearless&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I don't know how it gets better than this&lt;br /&gt;You take my hand and drag me headfirst&lt;br /&gt;Fearless&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why but with you I'd dance&lt;br /&gt;In a storm in my best dress&lt;br /&gt;Fearless&lt;br /&gt;Oh Oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah ♫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tradução : http://letras.terra.com.br/taylor-swift/1265408/traducao.html&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Im Yours&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jason Mraz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra" style="font-size: 15px;" tabindex="-1"&gt;Well you done done me and you bet I felt it&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted&lt;br /&gt;I fell right through the cracks, now I'm trying to get back&lt;br /&gt;Before the cool done run out, I'll be giving it my bestest&lt;br /&gt;And Nothings going to stop me but divine intervention&lt;br /&gt;I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some&lt;br /&gt;But I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait, I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;Well open up your mind and see like me&lt;br /&gt;Open up your plans and damn you're free&lt;br /&gt;Look into your heart and you'll find love, love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the music of the moment people dance and sing&lt;br /&gt;we're just one big family, and&lt;br /&gt;It's our god-forsaken right to be loved, love, loved, love, loved&lt;br /&gt;So I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to complicate, our time is short&lt;br /&gt;This is our fate, I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;d-d-do you, but you, d-d-do&lt;br /&gt;But do you want to come on&lt;br /&gt;Scooch on over closer dear&lt;br /&gt;And I will nibble your ear&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer&lt;br /&gt;But my breath fogged up the glass&lt;br /&gt;And so I drew a new face and laughed&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm saying is there ain't no better reason&lt;br /&gt;To rid yourself of vanities and just go with the seasons&lt;br /&gt;It's what we aim to do, our name is our virtue&lt;br /&gt;But I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;it cannot wait I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;Come on and open up your mind and see like me&lt;br /&gt;Open up your plans and damn you're free&lt;br /&gt;Look into your heart and you'll find that the sky is yours&lt;br /&gt;So please don't, please don't, please don't&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to complicated&lt;br /&gt;Cause our time is short&lt;br /&gt;This is, this is, this is our fate, I'm yours! ♫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tradução : http://letras.terra.com.br/jason-mraz/1408813/traducao.html&lt;/i&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/3739567885403236954-4398521323346958129?l=momentsandthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4398521323346958129/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-take-my-hand-and-drag-me-headfirst.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739567885403236954/posts/default/4398521323346958129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739567885403236954/posts/default/4398521323346958129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-take-my-hand-and-drag-me-headfirst.html' title='♪ -- You take my hand and drag me headfirst, Fearless &apos;♥'/><author><name>The Little Things ' ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12944960349279144172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IAA8bDNg3k4/TW5ny7fqCtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ecCwRQ3gMsA/s220/190358_115005281907381_100001937304557_111446_705164_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739567885403236954.post-56061248458781589</id><published>2011-02-28T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T19:22:15.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apresentação</title><content type='html'>Ta ligado naquela garotinha que até ontem não sabia nem o que era beijo de lingua e que para ela tudo era inocente e meigo ? Infelizmente ela cresceu, se tornou responsável, não se preocupa mais com a vergonha e o medo de errar, ela aprendeu a se contentar com o que tem, porém, visando sempre e cada vez alcançar mais e mais do que já possui. Não com ajuda e esforço de ninguém, mas com sua dedicação e sabedoria, sua vontade de viver e crescer a cada dia mais! Seu nome? Bruna; Idade? Apenas 15 aninhos, mas com sonhos, vontades e curiosidade pelo novo de uma criança que completa seu primeiro ano de vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou uma garota meiga, sensível e até certo ponto, conformada .. Mas ao mesmo tempo sou guerreira e não desisto do que quero facilmente .. O tipo de garota que pode aceitar erros e que não se deixa abalar ou perder algo que ama por qualquer motivo.. Sim, essa garota tem defeitos, e como tem, infelizmente ela é ciúmenta, em certo ponto isso pode ser bom, certo? Espero que sim! A garota que se descreve por meio de músicas, que se define ao indefinível, que apenas quer ser alguém nesse mundo, e quer que as pessoas notem isso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou apenas o futuro do meu ontem, e o passado do meu amanhã, a quem só cabe ao destino e a Deus ditar o que acontece ..&lt;br /&gt;Uma garota direferente de tudo o que você ja viu .. Uma funkera, sim, legítima e que adoora dançar até o chão, literalmente! Mas também dedicada, que adora ler nas horas livres, e que ama escrever .. Que na escola é representante de turma, e que em casa é um membro único na família. Embora tenha puxado de sua mãe o gênio forte, e de seu pai, a vontade e ância por liderança e pelo querer crescer, ela não possui algo com que se identifique com eles, ela se sente sozinha, e ao mesmo tempo rodeada por quem a ame!&lt;br /&gt;Essa é a garota com quem posso realmente me identificar, sem tirar e nem por, essa é a Bruna, e consequêntemente, essa sou eu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernando e Sorocaba - Teus Segredos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sua cor preferida é o verde&lt;br /&gt;Seu aniversário é dia três&lt;br /&gt;Adora mexer no cabelo&lt;br /&gt;Curte rock e fala inglês&lt;br /&gt;Odeia filme de terror&lt;br /&gt;Canta e toca violão&lt;br /&gt;Tem ciúmes dos amigos&lt;br /&gt;Tem medo de escuridão&lt;/i&gt; ♫&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739567885403236954-56061248458781589?l=momentsandthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/feeds/56061248458781589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/2011/02/apresentacao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739567885403236954/posts/default/56061248458781589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739567885403236954/posts/default/56061248458781589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsandthings.blogspot.com/2011/02/apresentacao.html' title='Apresentação'/><author><name>The Little Things ' ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12944960349279144172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IAA8bDNg3k4/TW5ny7fqCtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ecCwRQ3gMsA/s220/190358_115005281907381_100001937304557_111446_705164_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
