<?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-8421574702748024924</id><updated>2011-12-05T23:58:09.551-02:00</updated><category term='tpm'/><category term='Signo'/><category term='black and white'/><category term='mudanças'/><category term='Tédio'/><category term='sweet love'/><category term='Desespero'/><category term='livro'/><category term='saudade'/><category term='Desejo'/><category term='Felicidade é triste (?)'/><category term='Texto'/><category term='Happiness'/><category term='Pensamentos'/><category term='Happy Birthday'/><category term='falta doq fazer'/><category term='...'/><category term='not funny'/><category term='Filme'/><category term='Música'/><category term='raiva'/><category term='tristeza'/><category term='Luto'/><category term='verdades'/><category term='revolta'/><category term='Loucura'/><category term='in love'/><category term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>Ausência de cor</title><subtitle type='html'>Eu sou tão livre nas minhas entrelinhas, e tão multicolorida na minha vida preto e branco.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>131</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-5937865197715821320</id><published>2011-12-05T23:49:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T23:58:09.555-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dezembro (um martírio)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sei que dói. É horrível.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sei que parece que você não vai agüentar, mas aguenta.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Sei que parece que vai explodir, mas não explode.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Sei que dá vontade de abrir um zíper nas costas e sair do corpo porque dentro da gente, nesse momento, não é um bom lugar para se estar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #999999; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;(Caio F. Abreu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4whLOUYtJPQ/Ta5Wt0pGpvI/AAAAAAAACTM/Oo7Gnx1ySyU/s1600/tumblr_lc92ifv3u71qcmguho1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4whLOUYtJPQ/Ta5Wt0pGpvI/AAAAAAAACTM/Oo7Gnx1ySyU/s320/tumblr_lc92ifv3u71qcmguho1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ps.: Muita saudade!!!!! &lt;b&gt;=~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-5937865197715821320?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/5937865197715821320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=5937865197715821320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/5937865197715821320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/5937865197715821320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2011/12/dezembro-um-martirio.html' title='Dezembro (um martírio)'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4whLOUYtJPQ/Ta5Wt0pGpvI/AAAAAAAACTM/Oo7Gnx1ySyU/s72-c/tumblr_lc92ifv3u71qcmguho1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-2808730995507139843</id><published>2011-11-26T23:31:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T23:46:37.274-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tristeza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><title type='text'>A falta</title><content type='html'>E&amp;nbsp;a gente descobre que a saudade tem pressa, e começa a lembrar dos mínimos detalhes da lembrança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bSxhAQ7Oueo/TtGTWZhI8UI/AAAAAAAAHnI/H_FXqt9vdZ8/s1600/2011-11-26+23.26.05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bSxhAQ7Oueo/TtGTWZhI8UI/AAAAAAAAHnI/H_FXqt9vdZ8/s200/2011-11-26+23.26.05.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vózinha!&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Hoje eu me peguei&amp;nbsp;pensando na forma como você me chamava quando acordava, e escutei o eco da sua voz do outro lado do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-2808730995507139843?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/2808730995507139843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=2808730995507139843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/2808730995507139843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/2808730995507139843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2011/11/falta.html' title='A falta'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bSxhAQ7Oueo/TtGTWZhI8UI/AAAAAAAAHnI/H_FXqt9vdZ8/s72-c/2011-11-26+23.26.05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-5233234649156172411</id><published>2011-11-15T01:04:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T01:10:21.962-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>É assim....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mm.yimg.com/image/resize/*/550x4500/true/false/http%3A%2F%2Fmeme.zenfs.com%2Fu%2F21507cabf5b99b46d1d61b05b637d12d902af6e5.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 220px;" src="http://mm.yimg.com/image/resize/*/550x4500/true/false/http%3A%2F%2Fmeme.zenfs.com%2Fu%2F21507cabf5b99b46d1d61b05b637d12d902af6e5.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Gosto do que é doce, antigo, do que está fora de uso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     ...tenho vinte e poucos anos, uma coleção de interrogações e desconfio que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a menina em mim não quer partir..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-5233234649156172411?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/5233234649156172411/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=5233234649156172411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/5233234649156172411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/5233234649156172411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2011/11/e-assim.html' title='É assim....'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-5079301081635869937</id><published>2011-11-11T22:44:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T22:56:50.864-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet love'/><title type='text'>Pequenos detalhes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OMzkHfLbvVo/Tr3EPvAtDEI/AAAAAAAAGOc/6b5OeRSMTDE/s1600/IMG_5500.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OMzkHfLbvVo/Tr3EPvAtDEI/AAAAAAAAGOc/6b5OeRSMTDE/s320/IMG_5500.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673906880153193538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Não é preciso nada além de coisas pequeninas para que o amor permaneça. Deve ser por isso que só as pessoas simples conhecem o significado verdadeiro do sentimento que move o mundo. Uma flor, algumas palavras, atitudes sinceras, um sorriso, um olhar, um bom dia, abraços, surpresa, sorvete, banco da praça, duas pessoas paradas no meio da rua, de mãos dadas, trocando beijos. Coisas pequeninas que no coração de uma mulher é maior que qualquer riqueza. E que nada, nenhum dinheiro no mundo é capaz de comprar.&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/8421574702748024924-5079301081635869937?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/5079301081635869937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=5079301081635869937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/5079301081635869937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/5079301081635869937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2011/11/pequenos-detalhes.html' title='Pequenos detalhes'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OMzkHfLbvVo/Tr3EPvAtDEI/AAAAAAAAGOc/6b5OeRSMTDE/s72-c/IMG_5500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-8177759708682458167</id><published>2011-11-08T23:27:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T23:31:24.597-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Aprendendo</title><content type='html'>Respeitando acima de tudo o que a tristeza têm para me ensinar. Converso e tento entender um pouco sobre a solidão, discuto, deito e choro, respeito o sono e os sentidos. Mas tenho cada vez mais certeza de que não nasci para ser sozinha. Só sou inteira quando posso dividir quem sou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-8177759708682458167?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/8177759708682458167/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=8177759708682458167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/8177759708682458167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/8177759708682458167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2011/11/aprendendo.html' title='Aprendendo'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-3305975714349287993</id><published>2011-11-07T22:13:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T22:22:37.010-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejo'/><title type='text'>Eu quero...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-orX9uOF3pyI/Trh1yxl2dII/AAAAAAAAGJU/Ir83ukiwk5k/s1600/your_heart_makes_me_feel_by_popsongs.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-orX9uOF3pyI/Trh1yxl2dII/AAAAAAAAGJU/Ir83ukiwk5k/s320/your_heart_makes_me_feel_by_popsongs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672413245839144066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quero domingos de manhã.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quero cama desarrumada, lençol, café e travesseiro.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quero seu beijo. Quero seu cheiro.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quero aquele olhar que não cansa, o desejo que escorre pela boca e o minuto no segundo seguinte: nada é muito quando é demais.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Caio F. Abreu)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-3305975714349287993?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/3305975714349287993/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=3305975714349287993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/3305975714349287993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/3305975714349287993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2011/11/eu-quero.html' title='Eu quero...'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-orX9uOF3pyI/Trh1yxl2dII/AAAAAAAAGJU/Ir83ukiwk5k/s72-c/your_heart_makes_me_feel_by_popsongs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-10495522480526693</id><published>2011-06-17T00:20:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T23:05:55.454-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in love'/><title type='text'>17/06/2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lk6lcnVd1A1qdif61o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 167px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lk6lcnVd1A1qdif61o1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; text-align: left; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%; "&gt;"Fácil é abraçar, apertar as mãos, beijar de olhos fechados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%; " class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é sentir a energia que é transmitida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%; " class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquela que toma conta do corpo como uma corrente elétrica quando tocamos a pessoa certa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-10495522480526693?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/10495522480526693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=10495522480526693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/10495522480526693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/10495522480526693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2011/06/17062011.html' title='17/06/2011'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-3280930534446541133</id><published>2011-06-01T01:18:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T01:35:42.463-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desespero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tristeza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Essa tal fragilidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://spa.fotolog.com.br/photo/42/33/39/tudo_do_caio/1305317027555_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 235px;" src="http://spa.fotolog.com.br/photo/42/33/39/tudo_do_caio/1305317027555_f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu me sinto às vezes tão frágil, queria me debruçar em alguém, em alguma coisa. Alguma segurança. Invento estorinhas para mim mesmo, o tempo todo, me conformo, me dou força. Mas a sensação de estar sozinho não me larga. Algumas paranóias, mas nada de grave. O que incomoda é esta fragilidade, essa aceitação, esse contentar-se com quase nada. Estou todo sensível, as coisas me comovem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Caio F.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-3280930534446541133?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/3280930534446541133/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=3280930534446541133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/3280930534446541133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/3280930534446541133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2011/06/essa-tal-fragilidade.html' title='Essa tal fragilidade'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-6898357615294274215</id><published>2011-03-10T00:26:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T00:58:22.508-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday'/><title type='text'>Meu dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.zingerbug.com/Comments/HappyBirthday/birthday_candles.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 167px;" src="http://www.zingerbug.com/Comments/HappyBirthday/birthday_candles.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hoje é meu aniversário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_QoslUkDvVk/TXhH5liXWNI/AAAAAAAAEvM/i77KqkhoJ0s/s1600/IMG_8262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 292px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_QoslUkDvVk/TXhH5liXWNI/AAAAAAAAEvM/i77KqkhoJ0s/s200/IMG_8262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582290792780093650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Corpo cheio de esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Uma eterna criança, meu bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hoje é meu aniversario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero só noticia boa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também daquela pessoa por lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hoje escolhi passar o dia cantando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;De hoje em diante, eu juro felicidade a mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Na saúde, na saúde, juventude e na velhice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou pelos caminhos brandos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha proposta é boa, eu sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;De hoje em diante, tudo se descomplicará&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Com o nariz de palhaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Rirei de tud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;o que me fazia chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cercada de bons amigos, me protegerei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numa mão bombons e sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Na outra abraços e parabéns.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;nessa d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;a Mat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;a)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-6898357615294274215?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/6898357615294274215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=6898357615294274215&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/6898357615294274215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Dizem por aí</title><content type='html'>que eu levanto a sobrancelha quando estou brava. que choro quando to com  raiva. e que olho pra baixo quando quero chorar. que começo a rir  quando estou nervosa. que odeio gente em volta quando estou triste. que  definitivamente não sei disfarçar. que sou estressada. que mudo de humor  do nada. que costumo olhar nos olhos. que sou tímida. que quando não  gosto sempre acabo falando. mas que as vezes sou sensível até demais.  que não costumo me abrir com qualquer pessoa. que sou teimosa e não mudo  de opinião. que sou amiga a qualquer hora. que sou complicada e  inexplicável.&lt;h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-1508678544804005242?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/1508678544804005242/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=1508678544804005242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/1508678544804005242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/1508678544804005242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2011/02/dizem-por-ai.html' title='Dizem por aí'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-8260574084661143971</id><published>2011-02-02T01:45:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T01:51:17.000-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tristeza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revolta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raiva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mudanças'/><title type='text'>Exatamente assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d.yimg.com/gg/u/3481a988d74e2619df15bd9255a878e71b49c6c5.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 233px;" src="http://d.yimg.com/gg/u/3481a988d74e2619df15bd9255a878e71b49c6c5.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu comecei minha faxina.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que não serve mais (sentimentos, momentos, pessoas) eu coloquei dentro de uma caixa.&lt;br /&gt;E joguei fora. (Sem apego. Sem melancolia. Sem saudade).&lt;br /&gt;A ordem é desocupar lugares.&lt;br /&gt;Filtrar emoções."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-8260574084661143971?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/8260574084661143971/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=8260574084661143971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/8260574084661143971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/8260574084661143971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2011/02/exatamente-assim.html' title='Exatamente assim'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-8426856121187682071</id><published>2011-01-31T22:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T22:56:04.376-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texto'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>"Sou pessoa de dentro pra fora. Minha beleza está na minha essência e no meu caráter. Acredito em sonhos, não em utopia. Mas quando sonho, sonho alto. Estou aqui é pra viver, cair, aprender, levantar e seguir em frente. Sou isso hoje... Amanhã, já me reinventei. Reinvento-me sempre que a vida pede um pouco mais de mim. Sou complexa, sou mistura, sou mulher com cara de menina... E vice-versa. Me perco, me procuro e me acho. E quando necessário, enlouqueço e deixo rolar... Não me dôo pela metade, não sou tua meio amiga nem teu quase amor. Ou sou tudo ou sou nada. Não suporto meio termos. Sou boba, mas não sou burra. Ingênua, mas não santa. Sou pessoa de riso fácil... e choro também!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tati Bernardi)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-8426856121187682071?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/8426856121187682071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=8426856121187682071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/8426856121187682071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/8426856121187682071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-7723530764039363015</id><published>2011-01-16T01:13:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T01:15:08.827-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verdades'/><title type='text'>O que as garotas gostam....</title><content type='html'>Garotas gostam de abraços, de beijos inesperados, gostam de brigadeiro de panela, de bolo de caneca. Garotas, gostam de sentir segurança, amor e desejo, gostam da sensação dos dedos dele percorrendo seu cabelo. Gostam do toque das mãos dele nas dela, de como seus corpos se encaixam. Garotas gostam de uma ligação no meio da tarde, uma mensagem de bom-dia. Flores no café da manhã, beijos de despedida, beijos de reencontro. Elas gostam de ter sempre razão. Mas no fundo elas só querem ser importantes o suficiente para passar horas deitada em seu ombro, planejando o futuro, imaginando e torcendo que seja para sempre, que seja perfeito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-7723530764039363015?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/7723530764039363015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=7723530764039363015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/7723530764039363015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/7723530764039363015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-que-as-garotas-gostam.html' title='O que as garotas gostam....'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-6904504144689350879</id><published>2011-01-08T12:14:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T12:15:07.732-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verdades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Algumas pessoas simplesmente valem a pena.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://spc.fotolog.com.br/photo/12/62/75/kassiasilva/1294416380403_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 463px; height: 313px;" src="http://spc.fotolog.com.br/photo/12/62/75/kassiasilva/1294416380403_f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-6904504144689350879?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/6904504144689350879/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=6904504144689350879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/6904504144689350879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/6904504144689350879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2011/01/algumas-pessoas-simplesmente-valem-pena.html' title='Algumas pessoas simplesmente valem a pena.'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-1045443214020455288</id><published>2011-01-03T02:35:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T02:46:52.924-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mudanças'/><title type='text'>ano novo... Vida nova?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l1opYBR93BQ/TCqW3hZOLdI/AAAAAAAABRw/hNMM5SDr9Lc/s1600/calendario1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 143px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l1opYBR93BQ/TCqW3hZOLdI/AAAAAAAABRw/hNMM5SDr9Lc/s1600/calendario1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem determina quando o velho acaba e o novo começa?&lt;br /&gt;Não é o calendário, não é um aniversário, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nem um ano novo&lt;/span&gt; - é um evento.&lt;br /&gt;Grande ou pequeno, mas algo que nos mude, que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de preferência nos dê esperanças&lt;/span&gt;, uma nova maneira de viver e de olhar para o mundo, se desfazendo de velhos hábitos e memórias.&lt;br /&gt;O importante é &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nunca deixar de acreditar&lt;/span&gt; que possamos ter &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;um novo começo&lt;/span&gt;, mas também é importante lembrar que entre toda a merda há algumas poucas coisas que valem a pena guardar com a gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Grey’s Anatomy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-1045443214020455288?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/1045443214020455288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=1045443214020455288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/1045443214020455288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/1045443214020455288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2011/01/ano-novo-vida-nova.html' title='ano novo... Vida nova?'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l1opYBR93BQ/TCqW3hZOLdI/AAAAAAAABRw/hNMM5SDr9Lc/s72-c/calendario1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-5547556285431500118</id><published>2010-12-29T01:02:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T01:04:17.819-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verdades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texto'/><title type='text'>Legal mesmo é mulher de verdade !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d.yimg.com/gg/u/425d8858e3e32cc55a7e3570f50bdbaca669944b.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 224px;" src="http://d.yimg.com/gg/u/425d8858e3e32cc55a7e3570f50bdbaca669944b.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E daí se ela tem celulite? O senso de humor compensa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ter uns quilinhos a mais (geralmente eles só existem na opinião dela), mas é uma ótima companheira de bebedeira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode até ser meio mal-educada quando você larga a cueca no meio da sala, mas adora sexo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque celulite, gordurinhas e desorganização têm solução (e, às vezes, nem chegam a ser um problema)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas ainda não criaram um remédio pra futilidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ailin Aleixo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-5547556285431500118?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/5547556285431500118/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=5547556285431500118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/5547556285431500118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/5547556285431500118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2010/12/legal-mesmo-e-mulher-de-verdade.html' title='Legal mesmo é mulher de verdade !!!'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-6266399626941653989</id><published>2010-12-09T22:44:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T22:46:52.029-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>A vida</title><content type='html'>"É exatamente disso que a vida é feita, de momentos. Momentos que temos que passar, sendo bons ou ruins, para o nosso próprio aprendizado. Nunca esquecendo do mais importante: Nada nessa vida é por acaso.&lt;br /&gt;Absolutamente nada. Por isso, temos que nos preocupar em fazer a nossa parte, da melhor forma possível.&lt;br /&gt;A vida nem sempre segue a nossa vontade, mas ela é perfeita naquilo que tem que ser." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chico Xavier&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-6266399626941653989?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/6266399626941653989/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=6266399626941653989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/6266399626941653989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/6266399626941653989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2010/12/vida.html' title='A vida'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-2662123064162440082</id><published>2010-11-22T01:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T01:29:57.658-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Mais uma vez</title><content type='html'>"(...)Tem gente que está do mesmo lado que você as deveria estar do lado de lá, tem gente que machuca os outros, tem gente que não sabe amar, tem gente enganando a gente... veja nossa vida como está, mas eu sei que um dia a gente aprende se você quiser alguém em quem confiar, confie em si mesmo (...)"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-2662123064162440082?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/2662123064162440082/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=2662123064162440082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/2662123064162440082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/2662123064162440082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2010/11/mais-uma-vez.html' title='Mais uma vez'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-1838385084657931215</id><published>2010-11-03T22:52:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T22:55:36.949-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet love'/><title type='text'>Eu gosto....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/TNIEQEv2FxI/AAAAAAAAEB0/TR6cEXfpA84/s1600/Caribe%C3%B1o+n%C3%ADver+Fernando12+v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/TNIEQEv2FxI/AAAAAAAAEB0/TR6cEXfpA84/s200/Caribe%C3%B1o+n%C3%ADver+Fernando12+v.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535491566190597906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu gosto do seu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto do que ele faz&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto de como ele faz&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto de sentir as formas do seu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Dos seus ossos&lt;br /&gt;E de sentir o tremor firme e doce&lt;br /&gt;De quando lhe beijo&lt;br /&gt;E volto a beijar&lt;br /&gt;E volto a beijar&lt;br /&gt;E volto a beijar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(E.E. Cummings)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-1838385084657931215?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/1838385084657931215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=1838385084657931215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/1838385084657931215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/1838385084657931215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2010/11/eu-gosto_03.html' title='Eu gosto....'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/TNIEQEv2FxI/AAAAAAAAEB0/TR6cEXfpA84/s72-c/Caribe%C3%B1o+n%C3%ADver+Fernando12+v.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-7598688387261394587</id><published>2010-10-28T23:59:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T00:01:13.135-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejo'/><title type='text'>Sorte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://spd.fotolog.com.br/photo/29/10/26/x_japagay_x/1288088340633_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 278px;" src="http://spd.fotolog.com.br/photo/29/10/26/x_japagay_x/1288088340633_f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-7598688387261394587?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/7598688387261394587/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=7598688387261394587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/7598688387261394587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/7598688387261394587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2010/10/sorte.html' title='Sorte'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-6073647573750965108</id><published>2010-10-26T22:17:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T22:44:48.625-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verdades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texto'/><title type='text'>A vida me ensinou...</title><content type='html'>"A dizer adeus às pessoas que amo, sem tirá-las do meu coração;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrir às pessoas que não gostam de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Para mostrá-las que sou diferente do que elas pensam;&lt;br /&gt;Fazer de conta que tudo está bem quando isso não é verdade,&lt;br /&gt;para que eu possa acreditar que tudo vai mudar;&lt;br /&gt;Calar-me para ouvir; aprender com meus erros.&lt;br /&gt;Afinal eu posso ser sempre melhor.&lt;br /&gt;A lutar contra as injustiças; sorrir quando o que mais desejo é gritar todas as minhas dores para o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;A ser forte quando os que amo estão com problemas;&lt;br /&gt;Ser carinhoso com todos que precisam do meu carinho;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir a todos que só precisam desabafar;&lt;br /&gt;Amar aos que me machucam ou querem fazer de mim depósito de suas frustrações e desafetos;&lt;br /&gt;Perdoar incondicionalmente, pois já precisei desse perdão;&lt;br /&gt;Amar incondicionalmente, pois também preciso desse amor;&lt;br /&gt;A alegrar a quem precisa;&lt;br /&gt;A pedir perdão;&lt;br /&gt;A sonhar acordado;&lt;br /&gt;A acordar para a realidade (sempre que fosse necessário);&lt;br /&gt;A aproveitar cada instante de felicidade;&lt;br /&gt;A chorar de saudade sem vergonha de demonstrar;&lt;br /&gt;Me ensinou a ter olhos para "ver e ouvir estrelas",&lt;br /&gt;embora nem sempre consiga entendê-las;&lt;br /&gt;A ver o encanto do pôr-do-sol;&lt;br /&gt;A sentir a dor do adeus e do que se acaba, sempre lutando para preservar tudo o que é importante para a felicidade do meu ser;&lt;br /&gt;A abrir minhas janelas para o amor;&lt;br /&gt;A não temer o futuro;&lt;br /&gt;Me ensinou e está me ensinando a aproveitar o presente,&lt;br /&gt;como  um presente que da vida recebi, e usá-lo como um diamante que eu mesmo  tenha que lapidar, lhe dando forma da maneira que eu escolher."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Charles Chaplin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-6073647573750965108?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/6073647573750965108/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=6073647573750965108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/6073647573750965108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/6073647573750965108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2010/10/vida-me-ensinou.html' title='A vida me ensinou...'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-2570409583170944051</id><published>2010-10-07T23:52:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T23:58:38.363-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet love'/><title type='text'>Simples assim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://spd.fotolog.com.br/photo/29/10/26/x_japagay_x/1286080573954_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 128px;" src="http://spd.fotolog.com.br/photo/29/10/26/x_japagay_x/1286080573954_f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando as nossas vidas estiverem estaveis e definidas, é assim que quero ficar com voce.&lt;br /&gt;Deitada sem nada fazer, te mostrando as diferentes formas das nuvens, e tentar fazer voce entender, que o tamanho do céu, nao é nem metade do meu amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-2570409583170944051?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/2570409583170944051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=2570409583170944051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/2570409583170944051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/2570409583170944051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2010/10/simples-assim.html' title='Simples assim!'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-21663707359061906</id><published>2010-09-28T00:41:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T00:48:52.226-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Noites Traiçoeiras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TWIaKKcu5gg/R4uCosMKLUI/AAAAAAAAADs/50JfcAkoH-I/s400/cruz%2520e%2520o%2520pai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TWIaKKcu5gg/R4uCosMKLUI/AAAAAAAAADs/50JfcAkoH-I/s400/cruz%2520e%2520o%2520pai.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_La9xS9OG9eE/SNll5mmKPzI/AAAAAAAAAes/lHbyMwp3LSk/s400/nas-maos-do-senhor-copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ainda se vier, noites traiçoeiras&lt;br /&gt;Se a cruz pesada for, Cristo estará contigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O mundo pode até&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazer você chorar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas Deus te quer sorrindo.... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;Seja qual for o seu problema&lt;br /&gt;Fale com Deus, Ele vai ajudar você&lt;br /&gt;Após a dor vem a alegria&lt;br /&gt;Pois Deus é amor e não te deixará sofrer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus te trouxe aqui&lt;br /&gt;Para aliviar o seu sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;É Ele o autor da Fé&lt;br /&gt;Do princípio ao fim&lt;br /&gt;De todos os seus tormentos...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/8421574702748024924-21663707359061906?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/21663707359061906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=21663707359061906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/21663707359061906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/21663707359061906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2010/09/noites-traicoeiras.html' title='Noites Traiçoeiras'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TWIaKKcu5gg/R4uCosMKLUI/AAAAAAAAADs/50JfcAkoH-I/s72-c/cruz%2520e%2520o%2520pai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-5418638553107223755</id><published>2010-09-27T01:41:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T01:44:47.188-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tristeza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Felicidade é triste (?)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black and white'/><title type='text'>Enterro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cDyAOxg1NhQ/TJi9urKVlWI/AAAAAAAAAR8/4R2Po1iP2qA/s320/clivros.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cDyAOxg1NhQ/TJi9urKVlWI/AAAAAAAAAR8/4R2Po1iP2qA/s320/clivros.bmp" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acorde para buscar a felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Faça um velório para suas tristezas.&lt;br /&gt;Enterre tudo o que te faz mal.&lt;br /&gt;Faça uma oração.&lt;br /&gt;E leve flores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-5418638553107223755?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/5418638553107223755/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=5418638553107223755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/5418638553107223755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/5418638553107223755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2010/09/enterro.html' title='Enterro'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cDyAOxg1NhQ/TJi9urKVlWI/AAAAAAAAAR8/4R2Po1iP2qA/s72-c/clivros.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-3143516378071396269</id><published>2010-09-15T01:54:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T02:03:08.983-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Estou um pouco fora do ar....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVtqksZzmn0/SjTG4eqfQgI/AAAAAAAAAzk/nWaOnZV_VLM/s1600/labirinto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 147px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVtqksZzmn0/SjTG4eqfQgI/AAAAAAAAAzk/nWaOnZV_VLM/s1600/labirinto.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então eu sinto que nada pode me tirar de alguns labirintos em que acabo me perdendo, eu abaixo o volume de tudo ao redor, eu sinto a minha pressão cair, eu me sinto desabar.&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico ali, eu deito e começo á perguntar alguns porquês, eu começo a sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;As trilhas sonoras da minha vida começam a tocar, se transformam em uma só triste melodia, eu volto a rezar.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que amanhã eu vou ter um descanso, mas agora eu só quero minha essência, encontrar minhas verdades, só quero apagar a luz, quero colo de mãe, quero as minhas lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;Então aumento o volume, e ouço as palavras egoístas das pessoas, eu não ouço meu coração disparar, eu só ouço ele diminuir o tom, eu sobrevivo á tanta coisa.&lt;br /&gt;Eu fecho meus olhos, eu sinto cheiro do asfalto, eu sinto o cheiro do sarcasmo das pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Eu acabo caindo, nada...nada naquele momento poderia me livrar de pensamentos ruins.&lt;br /&gt;Mas aí eu me levanto e tudo...tudo muda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-3143516378071396269?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/3143516378071396269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=3143516378071396269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/3143516378071396269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/3143516378071396269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2010/09/estou-um-pouco-fora-do-ar.html' title='Estou um pouco fora do ar....'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CVtqksZzmn0/SjTG4eqfQgI/AAAAAAAAAzk/nWaOnZV_VLM/s72-c/labirinto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-8983832216701039107</id><published>2010-09-09T15:21:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T15:38:58.856-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet love'/><title type='text'>Afinidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/TIkpJucxBSI/AAAAAAAADp8/a-zWTHmiMHQ/s1600/Espa%C3%A7o+21..11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/TIkpJucxBSI/AAAAAAAADp8/a-zWTHmiMHQ/s200/Espa%C3%A7o+21..11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514984465756128546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Afinidade é um dos sentimentos mais lindos que moram na essência da gente.&lt;br /&gt;São almas parecidas, sorrindo uma para outra.&lt;br /&gt;São mãos que possuem ímãs, querendo caminhar para sempre juntas.&lt;br /&gt;São sorrisos que acendem todas as árvores de natal.&lt;br /&gt;São lágrimas que molham duas faces.&lt;br /&gt;São abraços que se juntam num só.&lt;br /&gt;São corpos crescendo livremente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&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/8421574702748024924-8983832216701039107?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/8983832216701039107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=8983832216701039107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/8983832216701039107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/8983832216701039107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2010/09/afinidade.html' title='Afinidade'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/TIkpJucxBSI/AAAAAAAADp8/a-zWTHmiMHQ/s72-c/Espa%C3%A7o+21..11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-650418985951999461</id><published>2010-08-25T23:24:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T23:42:06.591-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verdades'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uY3NgdKTX9I/SZTQhcOizeI/AAAAAAAAAWI/KPqsIjss22c/s400/diario-de-uma-paixao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uY3NgdKTX9I/SZTQhcOizeI/AAAAAAAAAWI/KPqsIjss22c/s400/diario-de-uma-paixao.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor não é se envolver com a pessoa perfeita, aquela dos nossos sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Não existem príncipes nem princesas.&lt;br /&gt;Encare a outra pessoa de forma sincera e real, exaltando suas qualidades, mas sabendo também de seus defeitos.&lt;br /&gt;O amor só é lindo, quando encontramos alguém que nos transforme no melhor que podemos ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-650418985951999461?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/650418985951999461/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=650418985951999461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/650418985951999461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/650418985951999461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2010/08/amor-nao-e-se-envolver-com-pessoa.html' title=''/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uY3NgdKTX9I/SZTQhcOizeI/AAAAAAAAAWI/KPqsIjss22c/s72-c/diario-de-uma-paixao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-7764224898985177831</id><published>2010-08-20T00:42:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T01:00:16.152-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in love'/><title type='text'>E eu te amo... tanto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/TG38BafMY9I/AAAAAAAADTU/PyTX-XXmI50/s1600/Noise%C2%AE++Shopping-Festa+junina2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/TG38BafMY9I/AAAAAAAADTU/PyTX-XXmI50/s320/Noise%C2%AE++Shopping-Festa+junina2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507335020564210642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Poderiamos casar, teríamos um apartamento, tomaríamos café as cinco da tarde, discordaríamos, não arrumaríamos a cama diariamente, a geladeira seria repleta de congelados e coca-cola, o armário de porcarias, adiaríamos o despertador umas trinta vezes, sentaríamos na sala de pijama e cueca, nos beijaríamos no meio de alguma frase, você pegaria no sono com a mão no meu cabelo e eu, escutando sua respiração.&lt;br /&gt;Eu riria sem motivo e você perguntaria porque, eu não responderia, saberíamos.&lt;br /&gt;Poderíamos casar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-7764224898985177831?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/7764224898985177831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=7764224898985177831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/7764224898985177831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/7764224898985177831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-eu-te-amo-tanto.html' title='E eu te amo... tanto!'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/TG38BafMY9I/AAAAAAAADTU/PyTX-XXmI50/s72-c/Noise%C2%AE++Shopping-Festa+junina2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-1774224686153236907</id><published>2010-08-17T21:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T22:01:29.897-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in love'/><title type='text'>E como não me apaixonar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/TGswdGKWvBI/AAAAAAAADS8/nMTvgx_WQLQ/s1600/Espa%C3%A7o+21.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/TGswdGKWvBI/AAAAAAAADS8/nMTvgx_WQLQ/s200/Espa%C3%A7o+21.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506548245818948626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso em você principalmente como minha possibilidade de paz - a única que pintou até agora,&lt;br /&gt;'nesta minha vida de retinas fatigadas'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E te espero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E te curto todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E te gosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(Caio F.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-1774224686153236907?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/1774224686153236907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=1774224686153236907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/1774224686153236907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/1774224686153236907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2010/08/penso-em-voce-principalmente-como-minha.html' title='E como não me apaixonar?'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/TGswdGKWvBI/AAAAAAAADS8/nMTvgx_WQLQ/s72-c/Espa%C3%A7o+21.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-4217564245009845933</id><published>2010-08-16T01:17:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T01:39:16.258-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>Cansaço</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://valeriaamoris.files.wordpress.com/2010/06/cansado22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 244px;" src="http://valeriaamoris.files.wordpress.com/2010/06/cansado22.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por um momento me cansei da palavra, das regras, dos exageros, das soberbas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me canso de pensar, de alimentar as preocupações banais que todos na vida devem ter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De como se comportar, de como falar , comer de boca fechada, não falar palavroes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das exposições, pois não sou obra de arte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das questões mais pequenas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De telefone, de reclamações sem fundamento, de contestações inúteis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da pobreza espiritual, da insegurança alheia e olhares que se julgam superiores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ser a culpada, de pensar que podia fazer mais ou prestar mais atenção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das roupas que não uso e da necessidade de comprar novas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de enxergar a vida e as situações como problemas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ser egoísta e ter esquecimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de não poder gritar de madrugada quando preciso de ajuda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da atitude de fuga, do distanciamento, da desimportância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de ficar acordada por obrigação não validada no dia seguinte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De não encontrar as coisas no lugar onde não são lugares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de ter que dar sentido a tudo que escrevo e faço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De não rasgar a alma e as palavras quando se deve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das músicas ruins que sou obrigada, da cara de deboche, da classificação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venho me fartando de certas atitudes, imagens e sentimentos que preciso e quero distante de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de escrever talvez..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-4217564245009845933?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/4217564245009845933/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=4217564245009845933&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/4217564245009845933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/4217564245009845933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2010/08/cansaco.html' title='Cansaço'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-3150372380335050331</id><published>2010-07-30T01:13:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T01:31:37.559-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black and white'/><title type='text'>Simples assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Eu estava parado no patamar da escada quando ele me disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;— Te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;nho sete formas. Navegue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Abraçou-me.&lt;br /&gt;Tinha cheiro de mar.&lt;br /&gt;Do mar que não há nesta cidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/TFJSwymHjAI/AAAAAAAADNs/g-CoVEsvSCo/s1600/IMG_4771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/TFJSwymHjAI/AAAAAAAADNs/g-CoVEsvSCo/s200/IMG_4771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499549093141646338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Pedi que ficasse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;(Caio F. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-3150372380335050331?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/3150372380335050331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=3150372380335050331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/3150372380335050331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/3150372380335050331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='Simples assim'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/TFJSwymHjAI/AAAAAAAADNs/g-CoVEsvSCo/s72-c/IMG_4771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-3414531338260492987</id><published>2010-07-23T01:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T02:03:03.548-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desespero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tristeza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luto'/><title type='text'>Saudade!!!</title><content type='html'>[...] tô pensando em você, agora e sempre mais .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu só quero que você saiba&lt;br /&gt;que estou pensando em você&lt;br /&gt;agora e sempre mais&lt;br /&gt;eu só quero que você ouça&lt;br /&gt;a canção que eu fiz pra dizer&lt;br /&gt;que eu te adoro cada vez mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e que eu te quero sempre em paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tô com sintomas de saudade&lt;br /&gt;tô pensando em você&lt;br /&gt;e como eu te quero tanto bem... ♫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;~saudade é vontade de voltar ao tempo, não para modificar o passado, e sim para reviver os principais momentos, com maior intensidade e valorização.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-3414531338260492987?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/3414531338260492987/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=3414531338260492987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/3414531338260492987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/3414531338260492987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2010/07/saudade.html' title='Saudade!!!'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-2614896647123419655</id><published>2010-06-29T01:15:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T01:17:36.428-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet love'/><title type='text'>Silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/TClzkIrWe8I/AAAAAAAACrM/Rjjs4075xtQ/s1600/Eu+e+Ele.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 167px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/TClzkIrWe8I/AAAAAAAACrM/Rjjs4075xtQ/s200/Eu+e+Ele.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488044685569457090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se não quisermos, não pudermos, não soubermos, com palavras, nos dizer um pouco um para o outro, senta ao meu lado assim mesmo. Deixa os nossos olhos se encontrarem vez ou outra até nascer aquele sorriso bom que acontece quando a vida da gente se sente olhada com amor. Senta apenas ao meu lado e deixa o meu silêncio conversar com o seu. Às vezes, a gente nem precisa mesmo de palavras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-2614896647123419655?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/2614896647123419655/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=2614896647123419655&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/2614896647123419655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/2614896647123419655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2010/06/silencio.html' title='Silêncio'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/TClzkIrWe8I/AAAAAAAACrM/Rjjs4075xtQ/s72-c/Eu+e+Ele.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-7268171530457555624</id><published>2010-06-28T00:49:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T00:56:16.741-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...'/><title type='text'>Eu prefiro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/TCgc2VN5vpI/AAAAAAAACnA/KP570SU7SFs/s1600/Minhas+fotenhas4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/TCgc2VN5vpI/AAAAAAAACnA/KP570SU7SFs/s200/Minhas+fotenhas4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487667865684917906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não morro de amores por pessoas sem mistério, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quando se é muito transparente, muito risonho e educado é raro ser levado a sério. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro os mais silenciosos, os que abrem a boca de menos, os mais serenos e mais perigosos. Aqueles que ninguém define e que sempre analisam os fatos por um novo enfoque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prefiro os que têm estoque aos que deixam tudo à mostra na vitrine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-7268171530457555624?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/7268171530457555624/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=7268171530457555624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/7268171530457555624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/7268171530457555624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2010/06/eu-prefiro.html' title='Eu prefiro...'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/TCgc2VN5vpI/AAAAAAAACnA/KP570SU7SFs/s72-c/Minhas+fotenhas4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-2272845892941141503</id><published>2010-06-24T00:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T00:06:07.990-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loucura'/><title type='text'>Loucura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;Frio.&lt;br /&gt;Solidão.&lt;br /&gt;A madrugada  chegou.&lt;br /&gt;Eu.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Agora.&lt;br /&gt;Pensando no momento exato em que mergulhei tão  fundo.&lt;br /&gt;Não acho.&lt;br /&gt;Não encontro.&lt;br /&gt;Sem pistas.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo.&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Me perco.&lt;br /&gt;Me culpo.&lt;br /&gt;Me arrependo.&lt;br /&gt;Desisto.&lt;br /&gt;Durmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-2272845892941141503?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/2272845892941141503/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-1611836134181794424</id><published>2010-06-21T01:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T01:52:46.165-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Cuida de mim....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5UrIye-nz4/SXDJifkdGVI/AAAAAAAAAl8/7lQAhu1f1hQ/s400/abraco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5UrIye-nz4/SXDJifkdGVI/AAAAAAAAAl8/7lQAhu1f1hQ/s400/abraco.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5UrIye-nz4/SXDJifkdGVI/AAAAAAAAAl8/7lQAhu1f1hQ/s400/abraco.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♫ Cuida de mim enquanto não esqueço de você&lt;br /&gt;Cuida de mim enquanto finjo que sou quem eu queria ser.&lt;br /&gt;Cuida de mim enquanto não me esqueço de você&lt;br /&gt;Cuida de mim enquanto finjo, enquanto finjo, enquanto fujo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Basta as penas que eu mesmo sinto de mim&lt;br /&gt;Junto todas, crio asas, viro querubim&lt;br /&gt;Sou da cor, do tom, sabor e som que quiser ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Sou calor, clarão e escuridão que te faz dormir&lt;br /&gt;Quero mais, quero a paz que me prometeu&lt;br /&gt;Volto atrás, se voltar atrás assim como eu. ♫&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&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/8421574702748024924-1611836134181794424?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/1611836134181794424/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=1611836134181794424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/1611836134181794424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/1611836134181794424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2010/06/cuida-de-mim.html' title='Cuida de mim....'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r5UrIye-nz4/SXDJifkdGVI/AAAAAAAAAl8/7lQAhu1f1hQ/s72-c/abraco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-5363036715112105187</id><published>2010-06-17T23:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T23:14:23.270-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black and white'/><title type='text'>É tudo questão de costume!</title><content type='html'>A gente se acostuma a esperar o dia inteiro e ouvir no telefone:&lt;br /&gt;“hoje não posso ir”.&lt;br /&gt;A sorrir para as pessoas sem receber&lt;br /&gt;um sorriso de volta.&lt;br /&gt;A ser ignorado quando precisa tanto ser visto.&lt;br /&gt;A gente se acostuma a coisas demais para não sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;Em doses pequenas, tentando não perceber, vai afastando uma dor aqui, um ressentimento ali, uma revolta lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente se acostuma para poupar a vida.&lt;br /&gt;Que aos poucos se gasta, e que, de tanto acostumar, se perde de si mesma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-5363036715112105187?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/5363036715112105187/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=5363036715112105187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/5363036715112105187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/5363036715112105187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2010/06/e-tudo-questao-de-costume.html' title='É tudo questão de costume!'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-8842410764633563239</id><published>2010-06-10T00:32:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T00:41:15.929-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black and white'/><title type='text'>Nem triste,nem nada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/TBBepu-edbI/AAAAAAAACGk/d9lCLQKBAaM/s1600/Minhas+fotenhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/TBBepu-edbI/AAAAAAAACGk/d9lCLQKBAaM/s200/Minhas+fotenhas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480984817587615154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Eu quis muito mandar na vida.&lt;br /&gt;Agora, nem chego a ser mandada por ela.&lt;br /&gt;Eu simplesmente me recuso a repassar a história, seja ela qual for, pela milésima vez.&lt;br /&gt;Deixa a vida ser como é, desde que eu continue dormindo...&lt;br /&gt;Ser invisível, meu grande pavor, ganhou finalmente uma grande desimportância.&lt;br /&gt;Quase um alivio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-8842410764633563239?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/8842410764633563239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=8842410764633563239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/8842410764633563239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/8842410764633563239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2010/06/nem-tristenem-nada.html' title='Nem triste,nem nada...'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/TBBepu-edbI/AAAAAAAACGk/d9lCLQKBAaM/s72-c/Minhas+fotenhas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-3633005785503486455</id><published>2010-05-27T22:04:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T22:10:09.857-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...'/><title type='text'>Nada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/S_8XF8_ZNoI/AAAAAAAACGU/KRW4WGNEfl0/s1600/gato4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/S_8XF8_ZNoI/AAAAAAAACGU/KRW4WGNEfl0/s320/gato4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476121062944618114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai ai, to desanimada hoje.&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo escrever nenhuma pequena  história, nenhuma poesia e nem ao menos um desabafo. Sinto como se  ultimamente não estivesse funcionando direito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-3633005785503486455?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/3633005785503486455/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=3633005785503486455&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/3633005785503486455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/3633005785503486455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2010/05/nada.html' title='Nada'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/S_8XF8_ZNoI/AAAAAAAACGU/KRW4WGNEfl0/s72-c/gato4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-6303232428282848294</id><published>2010-05-20T22:54:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T22:56:17.975-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;"Sou fera,&lt;br /&gt;sou bicho,&lt;br /&gt;sou anjo e sou mulher&lt;br /&gt;Minha mãe e minha filha,&lt;br /&gt;Minha irmã, minha menina&lt;br /&gt;Mas sou minha,&lt;br /&gt;só minha e não de quem quiser!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-6303232428282848294?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/6303232428282848294/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=6303232428282848294&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/6303232428282848294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/6303232428282848294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2010/05/sou-fera-sou-bicho-sou-anjo-e-sou.html' title=''/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-1129370600276389675</id><published>2010-05-02T01:06:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T23:58:34.349-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desespero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tristeza'/><title type='text'>Outro dos muitos desabafos...</title><content type='html'>Eu não sei o que eu tenho hoje, espero que seja TPM porque eu só tenho vontade de chorar!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho ido na academia e divertindo-me com isso, mas sempre aparece do nada alguns momentos no meu dia que sinto aquela tristeza que decide bater na minha porta. Sempre tem algum desses momentos, não sei porque.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que acumula tudo, não consigo relaxar agora. Não penso no que me deixa assim, mas sei que está dentro de mim incomodando-me todo o tempo, como se estivesse pedindo pra sair.&lt;br /&gt;Queria que tudo fosse embora, mas essa sensação já me é tão familiar que é quase impossivel existir sem ela. É como a fragância em uma flor, ela simplesmente está.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto como se tivesse que ficar em pé no meio de um fio preso entre dois altos edifícios e ter que escolher um lado pra ir. Mas não quero escolher nenhum lado, então acabo ficando ali, a ponto de cair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tudo o que eu quero é dormir e um pouco de ajuda.&lt;/span&gt; Estou cansada.&lt;br /&gt;É estupido, mas eu estou aqui, ouvindo Man In The Mirror (M.J) e chorando feito um bebezinho e nem sei porque. Vou dormir, isso não tá bom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-1129370600276389675?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/1129370600276389675/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=1129370600276389675&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/1129370600276389675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/1129370600276389675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2010/05/outro-dos-muitos-desabafos.html' title='Outro dos muitos desabafos...'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-1466492086904678749</id><published>2010-04-27T22:35:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T22:42:13.583-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texto'/><title type='text'>The Bad Side</title><content type='html'>Eu procuro um novo destino que não se encontra em qualquer lugar, na verdade procuro o lugar em que eu possa encontrá-lo.  Não sei se tenho alucinações, mas minha tortura começa todos os dias as sete da manhã, porque preciso encontrar exatamente o contrário de tudo aquilo. Está na hora de ser mais do que essa vida ordinária e cheia de regras impõe para mim, e quem andar aqui no mesmo caminho que eu, vai ter que aprender a engolir quando quero ser menina, ou quando quero ser arisca. Irei ensinar, mas prefiro alguém que já tenha as lições decoradas. Estou crescendo, me conhecendo, minha mente precisa de espaço, e de agitação. Chega de tédio, e caretices. Chega de inferioridade e esquisitices. E está chegando a hora de uma mudança maior do que tudo que já mudei, está na hora de conquistar tudo que minha forte personalidade sempre ambiciou, tudo aquilo é meu, sempre foi, desde o momento em que eu estendi minha mão e percebi que para alcança-las eu seria capaz de tudo, tudo que muitos não são. Ali tão perto, e tão longe.&lt;br /&gt;Não vou me importar mais com o sofrimento alheio, eu sou muito mais fria do que pensei que fosse, era só libertar as minhas verdadeiras sensações. E já as libertei neste exato momento. Cansei do bom..agora eu quero o ruim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;E álias antes que eu me esqueça, eu preciso dizer, não gosto de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-1466492086904678749?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/1466492086904678749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=1466492086904678749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/1466492086904678749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/1466492086904678749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2010/04/bad-side.html' title='The Bad Side'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-2467719581077684773</id><published>2010-04-26T18:26:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T00:02:14.169-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet love'/><title type='text'>Tão Puro!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/S9YJM5ok7OI/AAAAAAAACDs/_Z4NnUSyXyk/s1600/IMG_5500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/S9YJM5ok7OI/AAAAAAAACDs/_Z4NnUSyXyk/s320/IMG_5500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464565315094768866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah, se eu soubesse que seria assim, se eu soubesse que no fim encontraria alguém como você, não teria feito tantas perguntas, não teria feito tantas escolhas nojentas e nada inteligentes. Ah, se as pessoas soubessem que quando decidimos seguir em frente, finalmente o destino coloca em nossas vidas a pessoa que faltava, a melhor pessoa que você poderia conhecer.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, se eu soubesse que depois de alguns meses em uma noite fria e sem muitas emoções, você chegaria com todos os seus olhares, seu melhor sorriso, sua essência tão pura e verdadeira, e me faria suspirar como nunca tinha suspirado antes. Pois é, é você, que me faz entender sobre o amor, sobre as coisas bonitas que existem, sobre o caminho que já tinha sido traçado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah, se eu soubesse que iria me sentir assim quando te encontrasse, teria pulado toda á minha vida até o momento em que te conheci&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-2467719581077684773?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/2467719581077684773/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=2467719581077684773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/2467719581077684773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/2467719581077684773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2010/04/tao-puro.html' title='Tão Puro!!!!!'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/S9YJM5ok7OI/AAAAAAAACDs/_Z4NnUSyXyk/s72-c/IMG_5500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-6312879201151762930</id><published>2010-04-19T14:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T14:28:51.564-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mudanças'/><title type='text'>Aprendi.....</title><content type='html'>"Aprendi a ser feliz realizando alguns dos meus sonhos, aprendi a dar valor a quem me ama, aprendi a afastar pessoas sem personalidade e sem caráter da minha vida, aprendi a não chorar em momentos de fraqueza, aprendi a ser eu mesma ao crescer, aprendi tantas coisas, e agora, nunca mais quero desaprender..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-6312879201151762930?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/6312879201151762930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=6312879201151762930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/6312879201151762930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/6312879201151762930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2010/04/aprendi.html' title='Aprendi.....'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-4784615262026452215</id><published>2010-04-14T22:16:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T00:02:37.310-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet love'/><title type='text'>Não farei nada por você....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/S8ZplsqkktI/AAAAAAAACCw/hkYerZskkaU/s1600/apaixonados1_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/S8ZplsqkktI/AAAAAAAACCw/hkYerZskkaU/s200/apaixonados1_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460167694599099090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas rasgarei minha alma, darei motivos pra se perder em cada passo seu. Não ficarei distraida com minha propria existencia e me entregarei em cada forma que é o seu existir. Nascerei de novo e cada parte minha terá seu cheiro, seu nome e sobrenome. Vivendo e sabendo que sua voz é que diz o que eu não vou dizer. Vou me sentar em cada esquina sem te olhar, esperar seus olhos decorarem a direção dos meus. Vou me guardar, esperando que sinta que não sou quem sou, que só sou você em mim.&lt;br /&gt;E estarei lá, no fim de tudo sem diminuir a vida que me dá, e bloquearei qualquer lágrima sua, porque prefiro cair primeiro só pra te segurar depois. Serei mais colorida, não terá por-do-sol triste no seu infinito.&lt;br /&gt;Fora isso, não farei nada por você.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-4784615262026452215?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/4784615262026452215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=4784615262026452215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/4784615262026452215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/4784615262026452215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2010/04/nao-farei-nada-por-voce.html' title='Não farei nada por você....'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/S8ZplsqkktI/AAAAAAAACCw/hkYerZskkaU/s72-c/apaixonados1_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-7669737431269597529</id><published>2010-03-19T13:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T14:09:00.214-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><title type='text'>Todo dia é dia de ser criança!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/S6OuQAzoJPI/AAAAAAAAB78/JV7_mPS2MNc/s1600-h/crianca-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/S6OuQAzoJPI/AAAAAAAAB78/JV7_mPS2MNc/s200/crianca-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450391564166112498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto de meias-palavras, de gente morna, nem de amar em silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que palavra é igual oração: tem que ser inteira senão perde a força.&lt;br /&gt;E força não há de faltar, porque aqui dentro eu carrego o meu mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Sou menina levada, sou criança crescida com contas pra pagar.&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo pequena, não deixo de crescer.&lt;br /&gt;Trabalho igual gente grande, fico séria,&lt;br /&gt;traço metas. Mas quando chega a hora do recreio, aí vou eu...&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo escondido,&lt;br /&gt;faço manha, tomo sorvete no pote, choro quando dói, choro quando não dói.&lt;br /&gt;E eu amo.&lt;br /&gt;Amo igual criança. Amo com os olhos vidrados, amo com todas as letras. A-M-O.&lt;br /&gt;Sem restrições. Sem medo. Sem frases cortadas. Sem censura. Quer me entender?&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa. Quer me fazer feliz? Me dê um chocolate, um bilhete,&lt;br /&gt;um brinde que você ganhou e não gostou, uma mentira bonita pra me fazer sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;Não importa. Todo dia é dia de ser criança e criança não liga pra preço,&lt;br /&gt;pra laço de fita e cartão com relevo. Criança gosta mesmo é de beijo, abraço e surpresa.&lt;br /&gt;E eu, como boa criança que sou, quero mais é rasgar o pacote!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-7669737431269597529?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/7669737431269597529/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=7669737431269597529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/7669737431269597529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/7669737431269597529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2010/03/todo-dia-e-dia-de-ser-crianca.html' title='Todo dia é dia de ser criança!!!'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/S6OuQAzoJPI/AAAAAAAAB78/JV7_mPS2MNc/s72-c/crianca-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-921611216849546070</id><published>2009-12-17T09:19:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T09:26:35.513-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet love'/><title type='text'>Os 4 anos mais felizes da minha vida!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SyoU7jMcvGI/AAAAAAAAB44/pioy7RC_fT4/s1600-h/OgAAAN_3BNgAFDsDsCIkZSZhf24LhIgeMu2H_Fo0w_IJlQEUgJAdBYqDy2AeWKV7k0R4dALr3Qp9TB_uduLCD35kBRgAm1T1UHcdaE6PfX8lXgPbS_bWmDtTjwp6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SyoU7jMcvGI/AAAAAAAAB44/pioy7RC_fT4/s320/OgAAAN_3BNgAFDsDsCIkZSZhf24LhIgeMu2H_Fo0w_IJlQEUgJAdBYqDy2AeWKV7k0R4dALr3Qp9TB_uduLCD35kBRgAm1T1UHcdaE6PfX8lXgPbS_bWmDtTjwp6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416164515158735970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Quem poderia decifrar em palavras&lt;br /&gt;o verdadeiro sentimento chamado AMOR&lt;br /&gt;que sentimento é esse que dói no peito&lt;br /&gt;que arde e machuca mesmo sendo recíproco...&lt;br /&gt;que não deixa a mente em paz um só minuto sem tua figura gravada&lt;br /&gt;que sente desejo constante de pele&lt;br /&gt;sede de saliva&lt;br /&gt;fome de presença&lt;br /&gt;necessidade de você!!!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto que o seu beijo, ainda me faz tremer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EU TE AMO FERNANDO!!!&lt;/span&gt;  (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-921611216849546070?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/921611216849546070/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=921611216849546070&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/921611216849546070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/921611216849546070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/12/os-4-anos-mais-felizes-da-minha-vida.html' title='Os 4 anos mais felizes da minha vida!!!'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SyoU7jMcvGI/AAAAAAAAB44/pioy7RC_fT4/s72-c/OgAAAN_3BNgAFDsDsCIkZSZhf24LhIgeMu2H_Fo0w_IJlQEUgJAdBYqDy2AeWKV7k0R4dALr3Qp9TB_uduLCD35kBRgAm1T1UHcdaE6PfX8lXgPbS_bWmDtTjwp6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-1379187077613955655</id><published>2009-11-05T22:01:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:08:01.597-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texto'/><title type='text'>Conclusão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SvNoaz3tXvI/AAAAAAAAB0o/GNsyqoYzKB8/s1600-h/Medo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SvNoaz3tXvI/AAAAAAAAB0o/GNsyqoYzKB8/s200/Medo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400775187957112562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou incapaz de me sentir por medo de sentir demais. Sou presa em cada esquina do passado, e nada pode impedir de me fazer voltar a cruza-las ás vezes. Sinto o arrepio do frio, mesmo quando o sol está quente lá fora. Foi dificil a reconstrução dos sonhos, mas já consigo engolir um pouco de ilusão. Ser eu, ser você, ser de vidro mas ter medo de cair no chão e se quebrar em vários pedacinhos. Sigo engasgada por pequenas coisas que já me atingiram, sigo rejeitada por grandes coisas que não deixo me atingir. Sigo morrendo de insonia, e morrendo de vontade de continuar acordada porque dormir me faz perder tempo e momentos. Sigo equilibrada apenas guardando as tristezas e raivas que já senti, sigo sem perder a pose mas mordendo minha própria existência. E passo a vida cega para poder viver. Porque enxergar tudo de verdade dói demais e enlouquece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-1379187077613955655?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/1379187077613955655/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=1379187077613955655&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/1379187077613955655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/1379187077613955655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/11/conclusao.html' title='Conclusão'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SvNoaz3tXvI/AAAAAAAAB0o/GNsyqoYzKB8/s72-c/Medo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-6244396218248525104</id><published>2009-10-29T21:46:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:53:08.746-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Depois...</title><content type='html'>E o depois os levou à magia que ninguem mais que pudesse estar ali sentiria...&lt;br /&gt;O depois mudou pensamentos, jeitos, teorias, deixou saudade, trouxe insônia, trouxe alegria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-6244396218248525104?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/6244396218248525104/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=6244396218248525104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/6244396218248525104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/6244396218248525104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/10/depois.html' title='Depois...'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-983503579294521468</id><published>2009-10-26T14:10:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T14:13:45.581-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Respira-se fundo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SuXKcY3GpKI/AAAAAAAAB0I/7mYgbKRYr1M/s1600-h/meditate.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SuXKcY3GpKI/AAAAAAAAB0I/7mYgbKRYr1M/s200/meditate.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396942317532128418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estranho é calar, reprimir, abafar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estranham o gritar, a verdade, a presença.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pendura uma placa na porta: Respira-se fundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-983503579294521468?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/983503579294521468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=983503579294521468&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/983503579294521468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/983503579294521468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/10/respira-se-fundo.html' title='Respira-se fundo!'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SuXKcY3GpKI/AAAAAAAAB0I/7mYgbKRYr1M/s72-c/meditate.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-6693167880408466808</id><published>2009-10-19T11:35:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T11:41:26.130-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet love'/><title type='text'>Você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/StxsUJ-HXII/AAAAAAAAB0A/1Y1SakFsR8Y/s1600-h/OgAAAIPzxEK8Y2JCSNJAFg9Bk9CxBBk2n0GWEiuHnReSVBdnU2nUJUOgdLP1Idg6OuEJfY2cdsh0ERq0K5JcX8eClZ8Am1T1UD0-8WOrvurIaqu0Otlx1Ba_iCch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/StxsUJ-HXII/AAAAAAAAB0A/1Y1SakFsR8Y/s200/OgAAAIPzxEK8Y2JCSNJAFg9Bk9CxBBk2n0GWEiuHnReSVBdnU2nUJUOgdLP1Idg6OuEJfY2cdsh0ERq0K5JcX8eClZ8Am1T1UD0-8WOrvurIaqu0Otlx1Ba_iCch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394305547212643458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tua calma, me acalma.&lt;br /&gt;As tuas palavras me confortam.&lt;br /&gt;O teu silêncio eu posso decifrar.&lt;br /&gt;Teu abraço me proteje de qualquer mal que passe em meus pensamentos..&lt;br /&gt;Tuas mãos, meu abrigo!&lt;br /&gt;A tua pele me embriaga.&lt;br /&gt;O teu beijo me afoga, de tanto amor, de tanto desejo, de tanta paixão!&lt;br /&gt;Te abraço e sinto minha alma mergulhar dentro do teu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto excessiva necessidade de você.&lt;br /&gt;E o meu desejo, é que você possa sentir o mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-6693167880408466808?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/6693167880408466808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=6693167880408466808&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/6693167880408466808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/6693167880408466808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/10/voce.html' title='Você'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/StxsUJ-HXII/AAAAAAAAB0A/1Y1SakFsR8Y/s72-c/OgAAAIPzxEK8Y2JCSNJAFg9Bk9CxBBk2n0GWEiuHnReSVBdnU2nUJUOgdLP1Idg6OuEJfY2cdsh0ERq0K5JcX8eClZ8Am1T1UD0-8WOrvurIaqu0Otlx1Ba_iCch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-2628442533463256110</id><published>2009-10-13T13:30:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T13:36:38.947-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tpm'/><title type='text'>Tensão pré-menstrual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/StSskm9NO5I/AAAAAAAABz4/4GQcaELeDo0/s1600-h/TPM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/StSskm9NO5I/AAAAAAAABz4/4GQcaELeDo0/s200/TPM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392124398801861522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também conhecida por TPM, é um conjunto de sintomas físicos e comportamentais que ocorrem na segunda metade do ciclo menstrual podendo ser tão severos que interfiram significativamente na vida da mulher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A TPM é uma desordem neuropsicoendócrina com sintomas que afetam a mulher na esfera biológica, psicológica e social. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Os sintomas mais comuns incluem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Irritabilidade (nervosismo)&lt;br /&gt;* Ansiedade (alteração do humor com sentimentos de hostilidade e raiva)&lt;br /&gt;* Depressão (com sensação de desvalia, distúrbio do sono, dificuldade de concentração)&lt;br /&gt;* Cefaléia (dor de cabeça)&lt;br /&gt;* Mastalgia (dor ou aumento da sensibilidade das mamas)&lt;br /&gt;* Retenção de líquidos (inchaço ou dor nas pernas)&lt;br /&gt;* Cansaço&lt;br /&gt;* Desejos por alguns alimentos como chocolates, doces e comidas salgadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;=/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-2628442533463256110?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/2628442533463256110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=2628442533463256110&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/2628442533463256110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/2628442533463256110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/10/tensao-pre-menstrual.html' title='Tensão pré-menstrual'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/StSskm9NO5I/AAAAAAAABz4/4GQcaELeDo0/s72-c/TPM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-6133879450467460937</id><published>2009-10-07T14:34:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T14:41:28.292-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filme'/><title type='text'>Meu mundo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SszSwc-RkyI/AAAAAAAABzo/WZfFoS0PAt8/s1600-h/alice_no_pais-das_maravilhas2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 94px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SszSwc-RkyI/AAAAAAAABzo/WZfFoS0PAt8/s200/alice_no_pais-das_maravilhas2-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389914583908586274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Se eu tivesse um mundo próprio, tudo seria sem sentido.&lt;br /&gt;Nada seria o que seria, porque tudo seria o que não é.&lt;br /&gt;E ao contrário do sensato, o que é, não seria.&lt;br /&gt;E o que não era, seria. Você vê?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Alice no País das Maravilhas)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-6133879450467460937?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/6133879450467460937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=6133879450467460937&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/6133879450467460937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/6133879450467460937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/10/meu-mundo.html' title='Meu mundo!'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SszSwc-RkyI/AAAAAAAABzo/WZfFoS0PAt8/s72-c/alice_no_pais-das_maravilhas2-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-7066069026565478436</id><published>2009-10-04T22:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:11:01.083-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verdades'/><title type='text'>Nunca é tarde....</title><content type='html'>Tarde pra recomeçar, pra pedir perdão pra correr atrás de seus sonhos. Pra sorrir, pra estender a mão quando alguém precisa, pra dar um presente. Pra se arrepender, pra rever alguém, pra se entregar. Nunca é tarde pra abraçar alguém, pra admitir que errou, pra tentar novamente. Pra chorar de saudade, pra matar a saudade. Pra dizer sim, pra dizer não, pra fugir da solidão. Nunca é tarde pra seguir seu coração, pra seguir um caminho novo, pra dar uma segunda chance. Pra aceitar um conselho, pra não aceitar tudo que alguém diz, pra mudar.&lt;br /&gt;E nunca é tarde pra ser FELIZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-7066069026565478436?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/7066069026565478436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=7066069026565478436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/7066069026565478436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/7066069026565478436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/10/nunca-e-tarde.html' title='Nunca é tarde....'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-1933233826504944282</id><published>2009-09-22T10:38:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T11:37:04.943-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loucura'/><title type='text'>Cada louco com a sua!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/Srjf-6z4IOI/AAAAAAAABzg/Wq_jb42Qyek/s1600-h/louco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/Srjf-6z4IOI/AAAAAAAABzg/Wq_jb42Qyek/s200/louco.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384299626553155810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordei pensando nas minha manias...&lt;br /&gt;E são muitas, normais, esquisitas, bizarras....&lt;br /&gt;Afinal todo mundo tem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;01.&lt;/span&gt; Apertar botões de controle remoto, o problema é quando eu não cubro direito a parte da frente e acabo mudando o canal da tv ou até mesmo a configuração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;02.&lt;/span&gt; Ordenar meus carrinhos (HW) por cores, sendo sempre a próxima cor bem diferente da anterior, para não repeti-las.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;03. &lt;/span&gt;Anotar os nomes das cores de esmalte que passo, com a respectiva marca, toda vez que acabo de fazer a unha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;04.&lt;/span&gt; Trancar as portas e verificar N vezes para ter certeza se realmente está trancada. (mesmo sabendo que está)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;05.&lt;/span&gt; Deixar tudo perfeitamente alinhado. (isso em qualquer lugar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;06.&lt;/span&gt; estalar os dedos das mãos contando cada dedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;07.&lt;/span&gt; Ficar me balançando antes de dormir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;08.&lt;/span&gt; Falar sozinha, sempre no meio da rua ou no banho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;09.&lt;/span&gt; Sempre que estou nervosa fico coçando os olhos ou mordendo os lábios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10. &lt;/span&gt;Lavar as mãos pelo menos 7 vezes ao dia. (sem precisar) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt; Quando estou anciosa sempre fico mordendo a língua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt; pernas inquietas. ( essa todo mundo tem. rs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt; Guardar coisas que eu sei que eu nunca vou precisar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;14.&lt;/span&gt; Tenho várias manias relacionadas ao meu celular, mas são mtas mesmo... então deixa pra lá. rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;15.&lt;/span&gt; Gosto de tudo organizado. Mas sempre do MEU JEITO. (isso irrita mtas pessoas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho várias outras mas prefiro parar aqui.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-1933233826504944282?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/1933233826504944282/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=1933233826504944282&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/1933233826504944282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/1933233826504944282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/09/cada-louco-com-sua.html' title='Cada louco com a sua!'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/Srjf-6z4IOI/AAAAAAAABzg/Wq_jb42Qyek/s72-c/louco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-3870571277658919637</id><published>2009-09-17T17:08:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T00:00:27.927-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loucura'/><title type='text'>Nesses 20...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SrKYjjnKJ8I/AAAAAAAABzI/6rFcQfSvnNM/s1600-h/lagrima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SrKYjjnKJ8I/AAAAAAAABzI/6rFcQfSvnNM/s200/lagrima.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382532241283491778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontém deixei cair algumas lágrimas, não de tristeza de limpeza...&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitei para jogar algumas coisas fora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então fiz uma reflexão de como vivi nesses ultimos anos e percebi que preciso de algo novo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando vivemos impacientemente atrás de algo que não sabemos exatamente o que é, quando choramos porque simplesmente estamos incomodados com isso, quando na verdade é tão simples deixar tocar uma música suave, sentar-se, respirar e mentalizar coisas boas , apenas esquecer isso que chamamos de vida e que não vivemos!&lt;br /&gt;Então escolhi libertar um a um...&lt;br /&gt;Escolha talvez absurda...ousei arriscar...ousei chorar e Ser-Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-3870571277658919637?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/3870571277658919637/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=3870571277658919637&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/3870571277658919637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/3870571277658919637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/09/nesses-20.html' title='Nesses 20...'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SrKYjjnKJ8I/AAAAAAAABzI/6rFcQfSvnNM/s72-c/lagrima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-4396829561237653120</id><published>2009-09-16T09:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T09:49:12.703-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Eu não vivi ainda...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Porque estive no lugar errado na hora errada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque não sei falar "não"&lt;br /&gt;Porque perdi meu tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Porque já quis me vingar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Porque já me vinguei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque evitei sair e me permitir&lt;br /&gt;Porque me preparei pra cena que não era do meu filme&lt;br /&gt;Porque não existe filme nenhum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Porque demorei pra enxergar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Porque enxergaram antes de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque não existe destino e sim estrada&lt;br /&gt;Porque me confundi&lt;br /&gt;Porque bati a minha cabeça em um muro sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Porque o muro era de mentira&lt;br /&gt;Porque me confundi de novo&lt;br /&gt;Porque ouvi tudo calada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Porque quando falei, falei demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque encontrei e reencontrei&lt;br /&gt;Porque não deveria ter feito menos&lt;br /&gt;Porque não deveria ter feito tudo&lt;br /&gt;Porque deveria não dever nada&lt;br /&gt;Porque estive presente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Porque cobrei pessoas erradas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Porque quis ser ausente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque me magoei&lt;br /&gt;Porque me deixei ser magoada&lt;br /&gt;Porque mentiram pra mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Porque mentem pra você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque não me escondo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Porque escrevo demais e falo de menos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque tudo é diferente do que você falou&lt;br /&gt;Porque tudo é igual ao que falaram pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu descobri....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que ainda não vivi...mas nunca é tarde para se começar a viver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-4396829561237653120?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/4396829561237653120/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=4396829561237653120&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/4396829561237653120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/4396829561237653120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/09/eu-nao-vivi-ainda.html' title='Eu não vivi ainda...'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-8092993583933930012</id><published>2009-09-11T11:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T11:04:58.640-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Me adora</title><content type='html'>Tantas decepções eu já vivi&lt;br /&gt;Aquela foi de longe a mais cruel&lt;br /&gt;Um silêncio profundo e declarei:&lt;br /&gt;“Só não desonre o meu nome”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você que nem me ouve até o fim&lt;br /&gt;Injustamente julga por prazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cuidado quando for falar de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não desonre o meu nome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Será que eu já posso enlouquecer?&lt;br /&gt;Ou devo apenas sorrir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei mais o que eu tenho que fazer&lt;br /&gt;Pra você admitir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que você me adora&lt;br /&gt;Que me acha foda&lt;br /&gt;Não espere eu ir embora pra perceber......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps.: Ouvi essa música hoje, gostei da letra! =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-8092993583933930012?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/8092993583933930012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=8092993583933930012&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/8092993583933930012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/8092993583933930012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/09/me-adora.html' title='Me adora'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-5427235694399079517</id><published>2009-09-09T14:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T15:15:00.582-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>I don't care anymore</title><content type='html'>Não to aí pra competições, se acha que a vida é um jogo, esta perdendo e se acha que perdi, ganhei! Chega de briguinhas banais, não quero o lugar de ninguém, tenho por conceito que temos na vida o que merecemos...&lt;br /&gt;Não espere que eu paparique alguém pra ser querida, sou o que sou, quando eu bem entender e não, ninguém precisa concordar comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém é melhor que eu, nem eu, aqui a dependência de melhoria, não é apenas do ser humano, e sim de como se usa essa capacidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'A cada bela impressão que causamos, conquistamos um inimigo. Para ser popular é indispensável ser medíocre.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Oscar Wilde]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-5427235694399079517?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/5427235694399079517/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=5427235694399079517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/5427235694399079517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/5427235694399079517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-care-anymore.html' title='I don&apos;t care anymore'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-7755100875896939386</id><published>2009-08-30T22:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T09:39:56.777-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Felicidade é triste (?)'/><title type='text'>Redoma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SpssvxaYVPI/AAAAAAAAByo/jW5QyfIwjt8/s1600-h/1226631714786_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SpssvxaYVPI/AAAAAAAAByo/jW5QyfIwjt8/s200/1226631714786_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375939779426276594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O valor mais importante que adquiri nos últimos tempos, é que nós seres humanos, temos na vida apenas duas certezas o NÃO e a MORTE, sabendo disso, por qual motivo se apegar, achar que tudo e todos são pra sempre e imutáveis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdemo-nos na nossa dor, mas quando a ferida vira cicatriz, antiga... Aí pensamos:&lt;br /&gt;“chorar por tudo que se perdeu, por tudo que apenas ameaçou a ser, pelo que "perdi de mim", pelo ontem morto, pelo hoje sujo, pelo amanhã que não existe, pelo muito que amei e não me amaram, pelo que tentei ser correto e não foram comigo. Meu coração sangrou como uma dor que eu não conseguia comunicar a ninguém, ninguém..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não que esse comunicar não tenha sido tentado, foi, sem sucesso, não havia portas, caminhos, ou mesmo janelas pra que as idéias extravasassem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não havia espaço para ser colocado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-7755100875896939386?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/7755100875896939386/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=7755100875896939386&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/7755100875896939386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/7755100875896939386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/08/redoma.html' title='Redoma'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SpssvxaYVPI/AAAAAAAAByo/jW5QyfIwjt8/s72-c/1226631714786_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-6030529876227745583</id><published>2009-08-26T21:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:35:22.656-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Cansada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SpXUxdbqoBI/AAAAAAAAByg/nIHGbi4Anwo/s1600-h/cansada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SpXUxdbqoBI/AAAAAAAAByg/nIHGbi4Anwo/s200/cansada.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374435676515901458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pior dos problemas da gente é que ninguém tem nada com isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mário Quintana)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-6030529876227745583?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/6030529876227745583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=6030529876227745583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/6030529876227745583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/6030529876227745583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/08/cansada.html' title='Cansada!'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SpXUxdbqoBI/AAAAAAAAByg/nIHGbi4Anwo/s72-c/cansada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-4773351026740222515</id><published>2009-08-20T10:06:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T10:20:42.035-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falta doq fazer'/><title type='text'>Little Ferinha®</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/So1NpeoIuwI/AAAAAAAAByY/Z3vzecwBICg/s1600-h/babywb20090820080125tiunt7iqej7ukh1951qmhftsl0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/So1NpeoIuwI/AAAAAAAAByY/Z3vzecwBICg/s200/babywb20090820080125tiunt7iqej7ukh1951qmhftsl0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372035305514253058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meio nada haver com nós dois, massss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-4773351026740222515?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/4773351026740222515/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=4773351026740222515&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/4773351026740222515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/4773351026740222515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-ferinha.html' title='Little Ferinha®'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/So1NpeoIuwI/AAAAAAAAByY/Z3vzecwBICg/s72-c/babywb20090820080125tiunt7iqej7ukh1951qmhftsl0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-4107674945749126746</id><published>2009-08-14T08:28:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T08:42:29.159-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not funny'/><title type='text'>Verdades... Ou não!</title><content type='html'>Na vida precisamos aprender muitas coisas, e por mais inteligente que alguém seja, deve também aprender a ser burro, quando demonstra exatamente aquilo que sente ou pensa, as pessoas se afastam, no mínimo ficam por perto as que já agiram iguais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao teu lado tem sempre alguém que precisa de você, alguém que deseja ouvir aquela palavra que você é capaz de dizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temos da vida, do universo, o que damos a eles, se oferecemos a nossa ajuda, o nosso carinho, a nossa compreensão, ombro amigo, ou mesmo aquilo que chamamos de ouvido, recebemos tudo isso de volta, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;e às vezes de quem menos esperamos&lt;/span&gt;, é claro que quando formos dar isso a alguém, será extremamente espontâneo, incondicional...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não faça esperando receber, ou não alimente expectativas sobre algo ou alguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade não devemos exigir nada de ninguém e se exigirmos, que possamos saber o que determinada pessoa é capaz de fazer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-4107674945749126746?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/4107674945749126746/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=4107674945749126746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/4107674945749126746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/4107674945749126746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/08/escolhas.html' title='Verdades... Ou não!'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-350399855866106058</id><published>2009-08-12T20:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T20:48:36.630-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Jorge da Capadócia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SoNUtDznXqI/AAAAAAAABxo/kX10ZZ1rk8g/s1600-h/sao20jorge_111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SoNUtDznXqI/AAAAAAAABxo/kX10ZZ1rk8g/s200/sao20jorge_111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369228313848405666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Eu estou vestida com as roupas&lt;br /&gt;e as armas de Jorge.&lt;br /&gt;Para que meus inimigos tenham pés&lt;br /&gt;e não me alcancem.&lt;br /&gt;Para que meus inimigos tenham mãos&lt;br /&gt;e não me toquem.&lt;br /&gt;Para que meus inimigos tenham olhos&lt;br /&gt;e não me vejam.&lt;br /&gt;E nem mesmo um pensamento&lt;br /&gt;eles possam ter para me fazerem mal..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-350399855866106058?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/350399855866106058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=350399855866106058&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/350399855866106058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/350399855866106058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/08/jorge-da-capadocia.html' title='Jorge da Capadócia'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SoNUtDznXqI/AAAAAAAABxo/kX10ZZ1rk8g/s72-c/sao20jorge_111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-7145669087974147317</id><published>2009-07-30T08:07:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T08:25:28.367-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Signo'/><title type='text'>Mulher de Peixes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SnGBhZSXbtI/AAAAAAAABxI/TJvMld_V38k/s1600-h/1206_piscesM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SnGBhZSXbtI/AAAAAAAABxI/TJvMld_V38k/s200/1206_piscesM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364211041898557138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se existe uma mulher 100% feminina, esta mulher é a sonhadora pisciana.&lt;br /&gt;E esta feminilidade pode ser vista no modo de se vestir, falar ou se sentar à mesa.  Ela sempre nos dá a impressão de que estamos diante de nossa primeira namoradinha da escola ou daquelas “pin-ups” da revista playboy na década de cinqüenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Elas são extremamente carinhosas e sempre estão prontas para surpreender o homem que amam com alguma surpresa.&lt;/span&gt; Seja usando aquela lingerie branca e com rendas delicadas, ou fazendo-lhe uma declaração de amor enquanto ele esta colocando o lixo para fora de casa. Sim, para ela não tem hora certa ou limites para dizer o que sente. Quando ela está apaixonada não entrega apenas o corpo, mas a alma! Mas este amor tem que ser alimentado com carinho e palavras de amor porque &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a pisciana é muito sensível às coisas que escuta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Um presente ou um jantar em um restaurante caro, nem sempre terá a mesma força de um “te amo!” para esta mulher&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela está mais interessada nos prazeres da vida do q no valor das coisas. Um lugar luxuoso, mas sem calor humano, que não seja acolhedor não conseguirá impressiona-la por muito tempo. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Da mesma maneira que um homem lindo que não souber falar palvras bonitas e não souber apreciar um pôr do sol a beira mar, também não terá muitas chances com ela. Mesmo que se apaixone por ele, conforme o tempo for passando e mostrando que ele não é nenhum exemplo de sensibilidade, todo amor que sentia vai acabar virando pó.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De vez em quando ela vai tentar ocultar sua timidez e vulnerabilidade com gracejos, tentando parecer fria e independente., porém tudo não passará de um manto protetor, usado para esconder sua insegurança de pessoas rudes que poderiam machuca-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pisciana típica costuma falar devagar, pensa com suavidade e procura tratar de sua própria vida, embora muitas vezes esteja sujeita aos problemas dos amigos e parentes, que correm para ela para contar seus dramas. Ela escuta com toda atenção, e você pode sentir-se tentado à contar-lhe seus segredos, mas procure ir com calma. Ela é uma esponja espiritual e pode ter um desgaste muito grande que pode deixa-la deprimida. Por ser tão sensível, significa que ela pode viver as emoções dos que procuram seus ouvidos e atingem seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Doce e sensivel encanta a todos que a cercam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Seu olhar pode trasmitir muita coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nunca pise nos sonhos desta mulher, ela jamais perdoará. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-7145669087974147317?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/7145669087974147317/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=7145669087974147317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/7145669087974147317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/7145669087974147317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/07/mulher-de-peixes.html' title='Mulher de Peixes'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SnGBhZSXbtI/AAAAAAAABxI/TJvMld_V38k/s72-c/1206_piscesM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-4615695325015366507</id><published>2009-07-26T12:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T12:51:28.197-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Felicidade é triste (?)'/><title type='text'>O resto das coisas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/Smx7cvWx9eI/AAAAAAAABxA/TkyB96tu794/s1600-h/vento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/Smx7cvWx9eI/AAAAAAAABxA/TkyB96tu794/s200/vento.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362796989969987042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo do vento que passa arrancando partes de mim e das pessoas que me envenenam, matando partes de mim. Não quero ouvir ninguém, não quero saber de nada, não quero sentir nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tati Bernardi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-4615695325015366507?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/4615695325015366507/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=4615695325015366507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/4615695325015366507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/4615695325015366507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-resto-das-coisas.html' title='O resto das coisas'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/Smx7cvWx9eI/AAAAAAAABxA/TkyB96tu794/s72-c/vento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-8588867976250485893</id><published>2009-07-23T22:38:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T22:58:44.189-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in love'/><title type='text'>A moment like this!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SmkUwzhtamI/AAAAAAAABww/7GOmifT7MAU/s1600-h/OgAAACoEt9RhgVYwR2IfPllnwz8liIbyV9AsGFvkubYHVpPKFhuI2HOYY5iVc1d7Kyh19eqwHwnvE8CAk2gVeJk5_04Am1T1UDPH25JSbfcxDia2AacjBD053F3C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SmkUwzhtamI/AAAAAAAABww/7GOmifT7MAU/s200/OgAAACoEt9RhgVYwR2IfPllnwz8liIbyV9AsGFvkubYHVpPKFhuI2HOYY5iVc1d7Kyh19eqwHwnvE8CAk2gVeJk5_04Am1T1UDPH25JSbfcxDia2AacjBD053F3C.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361839660059159138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I told you it was all meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;Would you believe me? Would you agree?&lt;br /&gt;It's almost that feeling that we've met before&lt;br /&gt;So tell me that you don't think i'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;When I tell you love has come here and now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment like this&lt;br /&gt;Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this&lt;br /&gt;Some people search forever for that one special kiss&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I can't believe it's happening to me&lt;br /&gt;Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-8588867976250485893?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/8588867976250485893/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=8588867976250485893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/8588867976250485893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/8588867976250485893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/07/moment-like-this.html' title='A moment like this!!!'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SmkUwzhtamI/AAAAAAAABww/7GOmifT7MAU/s72-c/OgAAACoEt9RhgVYwR2IfPllnwz8liIbyV9AsGFvkubYHVpPKFhuI2HOYY5iVc1d7Kyh19eqwHwnvE8CAk2gVeJk5_04Am1T1UDPH25JSbfcxDia2AacjBD053F3C.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-4287272969006932531</id><published>2009-07-22T10:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T11:03:02.730-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filme'/><title type='text'>A Walk to Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SmccD0BNg_I/AAAAAAAABwg/VmxiTdG5qN4/s1600-h/1188664255_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SmccD0BNg_I/AAAAAAAABwg/VmxiTdG5qN4/s320/1188664255_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361284733236773874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi então que percebi.... O que sempre estava em seus olhos.... O momento em que te vi chorar.... Eu quis te abraçar..... Eu quis te conhecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se um dia você for embora, não quero ser mais de ninguém, não quero chorar nem te procurar em outras pessoas, eu vou viver pra você cada dia da minha vida, eu vou guiar você com minhas preces te iluminar só com meus pensamentos. Não vou deixar você cair, não consigo te desejar o mal, e se você segura minha mão, meu corpo treme, minha voz não sai, minha respiração fica forte e pesada. Eu sou tão controlada com sentimentos, mas não com você. Você consegue me fazer voltar, voltar pra quem eu fui.&lt;br /&gt;E agora eu sou, eu sou sua, eu sou tão sua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que alguns momentos são tão lindos que nos fazem querer chorar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-4287272969006932531?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/4287272969006932531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=4287272969006932531&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/4287272969006932531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/4287272969006932531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/07/walk-to-remember.html' title='A Walk to Remember'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SmccD0BNg_I/AAAAAAAABwg/VmxiTdG5qN4/s72-c/1188664255_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-3420385509559151170</id><published>2009-07-21T13:44:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:51:11.936-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not funny'/><title type='text'>Meio assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SmXxi0rWbAI/AAAAAAAABwQ/XwT3AtsWGR8/s1600-h/fundo_nostalgia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 161px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SmXxi0rWbAI/AAAAAAAABwQ/XwT3AtsWGR8/s200/fundo_nostalgia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360956512012758018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu dia-a-dia ta assim, assim.&lt;br /&gt;Pra lá e pra cá.&lt;br /&gt;Dias agitados, outros parados.&lt;br /&gt;Dias nostálgicos, outros revigorantes.&lt;br /&gt;Dias com alguém, outros com lembranças....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-3420385509559151170?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/3420385509559151170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=3420385509559151170&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/3420385509559151170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/3420385509559151170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/07/meio-assim.html' title='Meio assim...'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SmXxi0rWbAI/AAAAAAAABwQ/XwT3AtsWGR8/s72-c/fundo_nostalgia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-1491583041483604374</id><published>2009-07-09T21:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T21:14:00.419-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Felicidade é triste (?)'/><title type='text'>Tempo pra respirar!</title><content type='html'>Quantas vezes isso se repetirá? Toda manhã acordo e me olho no espelho sem saber exatamente o sentido de tudo, quantas vezes ainda vou me sentir perdida dentro de mim, como se eu tivesse dentro de um buraco olhando pra cima, gritando para que me notem, mas ninguém percebe a minha queda. É dificil reconhecer que nasci pra existir, mas nem eu consigo me enxergar como os outros vão notar a minha existência? Com a sensação de não pertencer a nenhum lugar, sem nenhuma certeza, tudo passando rápido demais. Não gosto das coisas neste ritmo, eu só preciso de tempo pra respirar cada momento, preciso de tempo pra alcançar o meu infinito. Queria poder fazer tudo parar, parar, me sentar e fazer cada pôr-do-sol durar o tempo suficiente pra me acalmar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-1491583041483604374?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/1491583041483604374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=1491583041483604374&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/1491583041483604374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/1491583041483604374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/07/tempo-pra-respirar.html' title='Tempo pra respirar!'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-5092098524799076963</id><published>2009-07-05T18:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T18:12:21.502-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Felicidade é triste (?)'/><title type='text'>A verdade é que...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SlEW_i3gvhI/AAAAAAAABvw/Tb21MgecaKg/s1600-h/1226631714786_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SlEW_i3gvhI/AAAAAAAABvw/Tb21MgecaKg/s200/1226631714786_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355086712867438098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo vai te machucar...&lt;br /&gt;Você só tem que decidir por quem vale a pena sofrer!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-5092098524799076963?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/5092098524799076963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=5092098524799076963&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/5092098524799076963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/5092098524799076963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/07/verdade-e-que.html' title='A verdade é que...'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SlEW_i3gvhI/AAAAAAAABvw/Tb21MgecaKg/s72-c/1226631714786_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-4868700293633261688</id><published>2009-06-25T21:24:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T23:58:42.778-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tristeza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luto'/><title type='text'>You rocked our world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SkQXIoifjkI/AAAAAAAABvQ/3WIZM3JrF7w/s1600-h/michael-jackson-photograph-c11813226.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SkQXIoifjkI/AAAAAAAABvQ/3WIZM3JrF7w/s320/michael-jackson-photograph-c11813226.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351427694311476802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you have to go, and leave my world so cold?&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;You are not alone&lt;br /&gt;I am here with you&lt;br /&gt;Though you're far away&lt;br /&gt;I am here to stay&lt;br /&gt;Though we're far apart&lt;br /&gt;You're always in our heart&lt;br /&gt;You are not alone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não era um santo. Definitivamente não vai pro céu. E daí? Eu também não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele deixou muito mais coisa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boa&lt;/span&gt; nesse mundo do que muita gente "boazinha" que já passou por aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael, you rocked my world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeus Rei do pop!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-4868700293633261688?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/4868700293633261688/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=4868700293633261688&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/4868700293633261688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/4868700293633261688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-rocked-our-world.html' title='You rocked our world.'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SkQXIoifjkI/AAAAAAAABvQ/3WIZM3JrF7w/s72-c/michael-jackson-photograph-c11813226.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-2899004773948491873</id><published>2009-06-23T22:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:41:44.942-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>Creio no riso e nas lágrimas como antídotos contra o ódio e o terror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Charles Chaplin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-2899004773948491873?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/2899004773948491873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=2899004773948491873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/2899004773948491873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/2899004773948491873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-8251554704851306234</id><published>2009-05-22T23:51:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T00:08:11.981-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/Shdnt8hByVI/AAAAAAAABu0/m5aWUkauqec/s1600-h/cansei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/Shdnt8hByVI/AAAAAAAABu0/m5aWUkauqec/s200/cansei.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338849922307443026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe... eu cansei...&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de abraçar sem vontade,&lt;br /&gt;de sorrir por conveniência,&lt;br /&gt;de dizer sim pra agradar,&lt;br /&gt;de me calar por medo de ofender, ainda que eu tenha sido ofendida,&lt;br /&gt;de escutar tudo calada por medo de represária,&lt;br /&gt;de pedir desculpas sabendo que a culpa não foi minha,&lt;br /&gt;de viver de aparências,&lt;br /&gt;de ter de dizer "Que ótimo" quando na verdade eu queria dizer " Odiei".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cansei... cansei... cansei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não me importa o que as pessoas vão pensar...&lt;br /&gt;Já me cansei da maioria delas também!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-8251554704851306234?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/8251554704851306234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/Shdnt8hByVI/AAAAAAAABu0/m5aWUkauqec/s72-c/cansei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-6745611604944180491</id><published>2009-05-10T17:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:48:00.573-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revolta'/><title type='text'>Cansada!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hoje não estou interessada em problemas alheios...&lt;br /&gt;Deixa eu ter um momento ego, hoje não quero ouvir nada que não se refira a minha pessoa, aos meus conceitos, aos meus valores, ás minhas vontades e ao que eu sei fazer...&lt;br /&gt;Porque por hoje estou cansada de blá blá blá blá...&lt;br /&gt;Fiz isso, fiz aquilo, to sofrendo isso, to passando por aquilo,&lt;br /&gt;todos passam e nunca dei ênfase aos meus particulares ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-6745611604944180491?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/6745611604944180491/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=6745611604944180491&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/6745611604944180491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/6745611604944180491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/05/cansada.html' title='Cansada!!!!'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-7042839303058226394</id><published>2009-05-07T14:08:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T14:14:49.654-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Sutilmente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SgMXAzcETFI/AAAAAAAABuk/3ruXl96Nq-U/s1600-h/JcgyY37pur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SgMXAzcETFI/AAAAAAAABuk/3ruXl96Nq-U/s200/JcgyY37pur.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333131686312168530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu estiver triste&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente me abrace&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu estiver louco&lt;br /&gt;Subitamente se afaste&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu estiver fogo&lt;br /&gt;Suavemente se encaixe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu estiver triste&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente me abrace&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu estiver louco&lt;br /&gt;Subitamente se afaste&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu estiver bobo&lt;br /&gt;Sutilmente disfarce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando eu estiver morto&lt;br /&gt;Suplico que não me mate, não&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de ti, dentro de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que o mundo acabe, enfim&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de tudo que cabe em ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Skank)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-7042839303058226394?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SgMXAzcETFI/AAAAAAAABuk/3ruXl96Nq-U/s72-c/JcgyY37pur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-5279186366442237600</id><published>2009-05-03T13:21:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T16:14:29.356-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Tchau por enquanto,  até logo</title><content type='html'>"Eu não sou do tipo que diz &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Eu te avisei"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que a pior parte de controlar é deixar ir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu poderia cantar até não haver mais nenhuma música&lt;br /&gt;E poderia gritar até o mundo ficar surdo&lt;br /&gt;Por cada palavra que não foi dita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Você deveria usar o tempo para ler os sinais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De algum jeito, todos se sentem só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Se o fardo é meu eu mesmo o carrego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a alegria realmente vem de manhã,&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou sentar e esperar até o sol nascer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Katy Perry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-5279186366442237600?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/5279186366442237600/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=5279186366442237600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/5279186366442237600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/5279186366442237600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/05/goodbye-for-now.html' title='Tchau por enquanto,  até logo'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-4894978502232020677</id><published>2009-04-26T01:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T01:04:03.415-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loucura'/><title type='text'>Forte ou Fraco?</title><content type='html'>"Acho que sou bastante forte para sair de todas as situações em que entrei, embora tenha sido suficientemente fraco para entrar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Caio Fernando Abreu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-4894978502232020677?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/4894978502232020677/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=4894978502232020677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/4894978502232020677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/4894978502232020677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/04/forte-ou-fraco.html' title='Forte ou Fraco?'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-6007651201301618696</id><published>2009-04-25T00:48:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T00:59:06.234-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luto'/><title type='text'>Saudade!!!</title><content type='html'>6 anos sem carinho...&lt;br /&gt;6 anos sem cafuné...&lt;br /&gt;6 anos sem broncas...&lt;br /&gt;6 anos sem gritos pela casa chamando meu nome...&lt;br /&gt;6 anos sem mimos...&lt;br /&gt;6 anos sem coselhos...&lt;br /&gt;6 anos sem ombro amigo...&lt;br /&gt;6 anos sem ela...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o pior de tudo, 6 anos sem poder dizer, VÓ EU TE AMO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que posso dizer é que tenho muita SAUDADE...&lt;br /&gt;E que ela foi e sempre vai ser minha RAINHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-6007651201301618696?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/6007651201301618696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=6007651201301618696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/6007651201301618696'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;Acho que não sei quem sou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Só sei do que NÃO GOSTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E destes dias tão estranhos&lt;br /&gt;Fica a poeira se escondendo pelos cantos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este é o nosso mundo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;O que é demais nunca é o bastante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a primeira vez é sempre a última chance.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém vê onde chegamos:&lt;br /&gt;Os assassinos estão livres, nós não estamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Teatro Dos Vampiros - Renato Russo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Blog de cara nova!&lt;br /&gt;Mudanças e mais mudanças na minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;Adooooro... \o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-5092224702295021802?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-2560290384733943859</id><published>2009-04-11T21:55:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T23:56:48.022-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loucura'/><title type='text'>I don't care!!!!</title><content type='html'>Eu não me importo se o que dizem de minha aparência não corresponde ao que eu vejo no espelho.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não mudo pela idéia dos outros de que a mudança seja a solução.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não retruco elogio com elogio, especialmente se o elogio segundo corresponde ao mesmo aspecto do elogio primeiro.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não me vejo bonita por dizerem que assim eu sou, e nem feia...&lt;br /&gt;Eu prefiro não me ver.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei o que pensar de mim...&lt;br /&gt;Me conheço tanto, que me perco em cada mudança involuntária.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não me importo com as consequências do eu que faço.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu nem esteja mais aqui para vê-las...&lt;br /&gt;Talvez nenhum de nós esteja...&lt;br /&gt;Talvez se eu parasse de usar a palavra "talvez" como se ela me isenta-se da responsabilidade do que eu digo, eu pudesse ter noção das coisas que estou dizendo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não me importo se as roupas que eu visto não correspondem ao que eles dizem que é o certo para esta estação na tv.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não me importo se me acham louca por ter sempre a sensação de que tem alguem me seguindo, ou se detesto que fiquem me olhando quando eu chego em algum lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para o bem ou para o mal, eu simplesmente não me importo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-2560290384733943859?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/2560290384733943859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=2560290384733943859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/2560290384733943859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/2560290384733943859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-do-not-care.html' title='I don&apos;t care!!!!'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-3263698509328869787</id><published>2009-03-29T21:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:07:52.897-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><title type='text'>Be happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SdAbXpxO4nI/AAAAAAAABtY/jwhxloBQv-I/s1600-h/100alegria2_35mm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SdAbXpxO4nI/AAAAAAAABtY/jwhxloBQv-I/s200/100alegria2_35mm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318781253087847026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz com as coisas simples da vida, sorrir ao acordar e ver os raios do sol entrarem pela janela, respirar o melhor que a vida tem pra me oferecer, viajar pra longe com meus pensamentos mas sempre ter um lugar pra manter os pés no chão, viver sem ter medo de arriscar, seguir adiante sem pensar em voltar atrás, ter nos olhos o brilho necessário de enxergar em qualquer escuridão, ser mais do que esperam de você. Viver não é complicado, sentir é bem mais fácil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-3263698509328869787?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/3263698509328869787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=3263698509328869787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/3263698509328869787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/3263698509328869787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/03/be-happy.html' title='Be happy'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SdAbXpxO4nI/AAAAAAAABtY/jwhxloBQv-I/s72-c/100alegria2_35mm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-8997396127751751059</id><published>2009-03-25T20:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T20:59:10.989-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not funny'/><title type='text'>¬¬'</title><content type='html'>Ainda acho engraçado quando escuto os adjetivos ” escrota”, “sarcástica”, “ironica”, “grossa” e “crua” quando são ditos em determinados tons de voz.  Diga algo que não me &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;surpreenda&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-8997396127751751059?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/8997396127751751059/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=8997396127751751059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/8997396127751751059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/8997396127751751059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='¬¬&apos;'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-2356439701871632982</id><published>2009-03-11T15:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T15:38:01.773-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black and white'/><title type='text'>Makes sense to me.</title><content type='html'>Muitas coisas que achamos que sentimos e que achamos que queremos nem sempre são de fato verdadeiras.&lt;br /&gt;Fácil descobrir: viva mais um pouco tempo sem e veja se de fato faz falta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cretino, mas verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes, deixamos de querer as coisas muito , muito rápido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa capacidade de superar é, muitas vezes, muito maior do que pensamos. E nossa capacidade de crescer também.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-2356439701871632982?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/2356439701871632982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=2356439701871632982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/2356439701871632982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/2356439701871632982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/03/makes-sense-to-me_11.html' title='Makes sense to me.'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-7968510069937844052</id><published>2009-03-09T13:46:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T13:54:42.057-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Felicidade é triste (?)'/><title type='text'>Devido valor!!!</title><content type='html'>Saber dar o valor certo às pessoas certas, é um grande desafio para muitos...&lt;br /&gt;O que me tranquiliza é saber que dei o devido valor antes que fosse tarde demais, e que aprendi bastante com aqueles que receberam valor além do que deveriam!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="fr"&gt;"Todo mundo é capaz de dominar uma dor, exceto quem a sente."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="aut"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-7968510069937844052?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/7968510069937844052/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=7968510069937844052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/7968510069937844052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/7968510069937844052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/03/valor.html' title='Devido valor!!!'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-7142912115419215741</id><published>2009-03-05T22:08:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T15:39:08.742-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tônem aí...</title><content type='html'>Gente se doendo por coisas que eu escrevo não é mais novidade para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei porque cargas d’água, sempre alguém “veste”a carapuça.&lt;br /&gt;Então, não vou restringir o que quero escrever… ok?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-7142912115419215741?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/7142912115419215741/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=7142912115419215741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/7142912115419215741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/7142912115419215741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/03/tonemai.html' title='Tônem aí...'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-757895080681763387</id><published>2009-03-04T20:46:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:11:46.455-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black and white'/><title type='text'>E daí, eu adoro voar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/Sa8Tv9ZikAI/AAAAAAAABqs/U8QRjtgrtHQ/s1600-h/x1pxzz39wvfrms747ite4y39zcfgmr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/Sa8Tv9ZikAI/AAAAAAAABqs/U8QRjtgrtHQ/s200/x1pxzz39wvfrms747ite4y39zcfgmr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309484200349569026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto dos venenos mais lentos!&lt;br /&gt;As bebidas mais fortes!&lt;br /&gt;Dos cafes mais amargos!&lt;br /&gt;E os delirios mais loucos!&lt;br /&gt;Voce pode ate me empurrar de um penhasco que eu vou dizer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"E daí, eu adoro voar!!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Clarice Lispector)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-757895080681763387?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/757895080681763387/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=757895080681763387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/757895080681763387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/757895080681763387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-dai-eu-adoro-voar.html' title='E daí, eu adoro voar!'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/Sa8Tv9ZikAI/AAAAAAAABqs/U8QRjtgrtHQ/s72-c/x1pxzz39wvfrms747ite4y39zcfgmr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-7819651442259238846</id><published>2009-03-02T10:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T11:01:44.402-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livro'/><title type='text'>Mania de Explicação - Adriana Falcão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/Savk4rOlYUI/AAAAAAAABp8/h9uEpEN3YTQ/s1600-h/mania+de+explica%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/Savk4rOlYUI/AAAAAAAABp8/h9uEpEN3YTQ/s200/mania+de+explica%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308588248113963330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fiquei super entretida, pensando em algumas definições que ele trazia, me deu uma sensação tão boa, mas tão boa...&lt;br /&gt;E agora divido por aqui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma menina que gostava de inventar uma explicação para cada coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Explicação&lt;/strong&gt; é uma frase que se acha mais importante do que a palavra. As pessoas até se irritavam,&lt;strong&gt; irritação&lt;/strong&gt; é um alarme de carro que dispara bem no meio de seu peito, com aquela menina explicando o tempo todo o que a população inteira já sabia. Quando ela se dava conta, todo mundo tinha ido embora. Então ela ficava lá, explicando, sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solidão&lt;/strong&gt; é uma ilha com saudade de barco. &lt;strong&gt;Saudade&lt;/strong&gt; é quando o momento tenta fugir da lembrança pra acontecer de novo e não consegue. &lt;strong&gt;Lembrança&lt;/strong&gt; é quando, mesmo sem autorização, seu pensamento reapresenta um capítulo. &lt;strong&gt;Autorização&lt;/strong&gt; é quando a coisa é tão importante que só dizer "eu deixo" é pouco. &lt;strong&gt;Pouco&lt;/strong&gt; é menos da metade. &lt;strong&gt;Muito&lt;/strong&gt; é quando os dedos da mão não são suficientes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desespero&lt;/strong&gt; são dez milhões de fogareiros acesos dentro de sua cabeça. &lt;strong&gt;Angústia&lt;/strong&gt; é um nó muito apertado bem no meio do sossego. &lt;strong&gt;Agonia&lt;/strong&gt; é quando o maestro de você se perde completamente. &lt;strong&gt;Preocupação&lt;/strong&gt; é uma cola que não deixa o que não aconteceu ainda sair de seu pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indecisão&lt;/strong&gt; é quando você sabe muito bem o que quer, mas acha que devia querer outra coisa.&lt;strong&gt; Certeza&lt;/strong&gt; é quando a idéia cansa de procurar e pára. &lt;strong&gt;Intuição &lt;/strong&gt;é quando seu coração dá um pulinho no futuro e volta rápido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pressentimento&lt;/strong&gt; é quando passa em você o trailer de um filme que pode ser que nem exista. &lt;strong&gt;Renúncia&lt;/strong&gt; é um não que não queria ser ele. &lt;strong&gt;Sucesso&lt;/strong&gt; é quando você faz o que sempre fez só que todo mundo percebe. &lt;strong&gt;Vaidade&lt;/strong&gt; é um espelho onisciente, onipotente e onipresente. &lt;strong&gt;Vergonha&lt;/strong&gt; é um pano preto que você quer pra se cobrir naquela hora. &lt;strong&gt;Orgulho&lt;/strong&gt; é uma guarita entre você e o da frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ansiedade&lt;/strong&gt; é quando faltam cinco minutos sempre para o que quer que seja. &lt;strong&gt;Indiferença&lt;/strong&gt; é quando os minutos não se interessam por nada especialmente. &lt;strong&gt;Interesse&lt;/strong&gt; é um ponto de exclamação ou de interrogação no final do sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentimento&lt;/strong&gt; é a língua que o coração usa quando precisa mandar algum recado. &lt;strong&gt;Raiva&lt;/strong&gt; é quando o cachorro que mora em você mostra os dentes. &lt;strong&gt;Tristeza&lt;/strong&gt; é uma mão gigante que aperta seu coração. &lt;strong&gt;Alegria&lt;/strong&gt; é um bloco de Carnaval que não liga se não é fevereiro.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Felicidade&lt;/strong&gt; é um agora que não tem pressa nenhuma. &lt;strong&gt;Amizade&lt;/strong&gt; é quando você não faz questão de você e se empresta pros outros. &lt;strong&gt;Decepção &lt;/strong&gt;é quando você risca em algo ou em alguém um xis preto ou vermelho. &lt;strong&gt;Desilusão&lt;/strong&gt; é quando anoitece em você contra a vontade do dia. &lt;strong&gt;Culpa&lt;/strong&gt; é quando você cisma que podia ter feito diferente, mas, geralmente, não podia. &lt;strong&gt;Perdão&lt;/strong&gt; é quando o Natal acontece em maio, por exemplo.&lt;strong&gt; Desculpa&lt;/strong&gt; é uma frase que pretende ser um beijo.&lt;strong&gt; Excitação&lt;/strong&gt; é quando os beijos estão desatinados pra sair de sua boca depressa. &lt;strong&gt;Desatino&lt;/strong&gt; é um desataque de prudência. &lt;strong&gt;Prudência&lt;/strong&gt; é um buraco de fechadura na porta do tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucidez&lt;/strong&gt; é um acesso de loucura ao contrário. &lt;strong&gt;Razão&lt;/strong&gt; é quando o cuidado aproveita que a emoção está dormindo e assume o mandato. &lt;strong&gt;Emoção&lt;/strong&gt; é um tango que ainda não foi feito&lt;strong&gt;. Ainda&lt;/strong&gt; é quando a vontade está no meio do caminho. &lt;strong&gt;Vontade&lt;/strong&gt; é um desejo que cisma que você é a casa dele. &lt;strong&gt;Desejo&lt;/strong&gt; é uma boca com sede. &lt;strong&gt;Paixão&lt;/strong&gt; é quando apesar da placa "perigo" o desejo vai e entra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor&lt;/strong&gt; é quando a paixão não tem outro compromisso marcado. Não. Amor é um exagero... Também não. É um desadoro... Uma batelada? Um enxame, um dilúvio, um mundaréu, uma insanidade, um destempero, um despropósito, um descontrole, uma necessidade, um desapego?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez porque não tivesse sentido, talvez porque não houvesse explicação, esse negócio de amor ela não sabia explicar, a menina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-7819651442259238846?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/7819651442259238846/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=7819651442259238846&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/7819651442259238846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/7819651442259238846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/03/mania-de-explicacao-adriana-falcao.html' title='Mania de Explicação - Adriana Falcão'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/Savk4rOlYUI/AAAAAAAABp8/h9uEpEN3YTQ/s72-c/mania+de+explica%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-1591589927683809605</id><published>2009-03-01T00:22:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:55:06.095-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Felicidade é triste (?)'/><title type='text'>Simples assim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SaoB3A-7r9I/AAAAAAAABps/wrfp1JNlbBs/s1600-h/1428479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SaoB3A-7r9I/AAAAAAAABps/wrfp1JNlbBs/s200/1428479.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308057155477942226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You'd better keep your eyes wide open!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-1591589927683809605?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/1591589927683809605/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=1591589927683809605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/1591589927683809605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/1591589927683809605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/03/youd-better-keep-your-eyes-wide-open.html' title='Simples assim!'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SaoB3A-7r9I/AAAAAAAABps/wrfp1JNlbBs/s72-c/1428479.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-8513040421934084991</id><published>2009-02-12T21:58:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T23:55:43.505-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...'/><title type='text'>Do Preço   (Paulo Coelho)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;div class="entry"&gt;            &lt;p&gt;Sonhar não é tão simples como parece. Pelo contrário, pode ser uma atividade perigosa. Quando sonhamos, colocamos em marcha energias poderosas, e já não podemos esconder de nós mesmos o verdadeiro sentido de nossa vida. Quando sonhamos, também fazemos uma escolha do preço a pagar.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Seguir um sonho tem um preço. Pode nos exigir que abandonemos nossos hábitos, pode nos obrigar a passar dificuldades, pode nos levar a decepções, etc.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mas, por mais alto que seja este preço, nunca é tão alto como o que é pago por quem não viveu sua Lenda Pessoal. Porque estes um dia vão olhar para trás, ver tudo o que fizeram, e irão escutar o próprio coração dizer: ” desperdicei minha vida”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Acreditem, esta é uma das piores frases que alguém pode ouvir.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... Esse cara é fodaaaaaa!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/8421574702748024924-8513040421934084991?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/8513040421934084991/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=8513040421934084991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/8513040421934084991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/8513040421934084991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-preco-paulo-coelho.html' title='Do Preço   (Paulo Coelho)'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-6627110690952541156</id><published>2009-02-11T21:40:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T00:02:49.088-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet love'/><title type='text'>Simplesmente feliz!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SZNkgzatGfI/AAAAAAAABos/bcMG_15Zq5w/s1600-h/Parque+%28Eu+e+Ele%C2%AE1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SZNkgzatGfI/AAAAAAAABos/bcMG_15Zq5w/s200/Parque+%28Eu+e+Ele%C2%AE1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301691701066013170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Não tenho tempo pra mais nada, ser feliz me consome muito."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Clarice Lispector)&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/8421574702748024924-6627110690952541156?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/6627110690952541156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SZNkgzatGfI/AAAAAAAABos/bcMG_15Zq5w/s72-c/Parque+%28Eu+e+Ele%C2%AE1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-3934403528591623727</id><published>2009-02-06T10:46:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T20:37:03.232-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Desabafo - Marcelo D2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;"Deixa,deixa,deixa&lt;br /&gt;Eu dizer o que penso dessa vida&lt;br /&gt;Preciso demais desabafar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Eu já falei que tenho algo a dizer, e disse&lt;br /&gt;Que falador passa mal e você me disse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Que cada um vai colher o que plantou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque raiz sem alma como o flip falou, é triste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha busca é na batida perfeita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Sei que nem tudo tá certo mas com calma se ajeita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por um mundo melhor eu mantenho minha fé&lt;br /&gt;Menos desigualdade, menos tiro no pé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Andam dizendo que o bem vence o mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por aqui vo torcendo pra chegar no final&lt;br /&gt;É, quanto mais fé,mais religião&lt;br /&gt;A mão que mata,reza,reza ou mata em vão&lt;br /&gt;Me contam coisas como se fossem corpos,&lt;br /&gt;Ou realmente são corpos,todas aquelas coisas&lt;br /&gt;Deixa pra lá eu devo tá viajando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Enquanto eu falo besteira, nego vai se matando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Então&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, então vamo lá, diz&lt;br /&gt;Tu quer a paz, eu quero também,&lt;br /&gt;Mas o estado não tem direito de matar ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Aqui não tem pena morte mas segue o pensamento&lt;br /&gt;O desejo de matar de um Capitão Nascimento&lt;br /&gt;Que,sem treinamento se mostra incompetente&lt;br /&gt;O cidadão por outro lado se diz,impotente,mas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;A impotência não é uma escolha também&lt;br /&gt;De assumir a própria responsabilidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Hein?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que cê tem e mente,se é que tem algo em mente&lt;br /&gt;Porque a bala vai acabar ricocheteando na gente&lt;br /&gt;Grandes planos,paparazzo demais&lt;br /&gt;O que vale é o que você tem,e não o que você faz&lt;br /&gt;Celebridade é artista,artista que não faz arte&lt;br /&gt;Lava a mão como pilatos achando que já fez sua parte&lt;br /&gt;Deixa pra lá,eu continuo viajando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Enquanto eu falo besteira nego vai, vai&lt;br /&gt;Então deixa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Ps.: Música que ouvi mto essa semana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Não sou fã do D2, pelo contrário, sempre odiei... rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Mas afinal, a gente aprende a gostar de cada coisa nessa vida né?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;br /&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/8421574702748024924-3934403528591623727?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/3934403528591623727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=3934403528591623727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/3934403528591623727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/3934403528591623727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/02/deixadeixadeixa-eu-dizer-o-que-penso.html' title='Desabafo - Marcelo D2'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-1384737468786487895</id><published>2009-02-04T20:49:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T09:02:03.296-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not funny'/><title type='text'>É facinho viver...</title><content type='html'>Não sinta nada, diga não sempre, nunca se rebele, não sinta raiva nem ódio...&lt;br /&gt;Se vista formalmente, fale direito, coma direito, seja educado, seja paciente...&lt;br /&gt;Acorde, trabalhe, não reclame, não xingue, não brigue, não ame!&lt;br /&gt;Seja frio, seja racional, seja firme até o fim!&lt;br /&gt;Seja igual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas definitivamente, eu não sou assim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-1384737468786487895?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/1384737468786487895/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=1384737468786487895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/1384737468786487895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/1384737468786487895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/02/e-facinho-viver.html' title='É facinho viver...'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-8420858884227876549</id><published>2009-01-30T23:21:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:49:48.093-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tédio'/><title type='text'>Por aqui...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SYOuJKwPkrI/AAAAAAAABoE/aHloBJq2HOY/s1600-h/Euuuu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SYOuJKwPkrI/AAAAAAAABoE/aHloBJq2HOY/s200/Euuuu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297269059246592690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexta à noite.&lt;br /&gt;Cá estou eu em casa.&lt;br /&gt;Que bosta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho pra cima.......&lt;br /&gt;Olho pra baixo......&lt;br /&gt;Olho pros lados......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música ligada.&lt;br /&gt;Levanto da cadeira.&lt;br /&gt;Arrisco uns passos, invento tantos outros.&lt;br /&gt;Sento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resultado?&lt;br /&gt;Eu sentada em frente ao computador.&lt;br /&gt;Tentanto entender o que vai me fazer feliz nessa sexta à noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A música faz a vez pra me deixar ligada.&lt;br /&gt;Mas no momento, tô mais pra desligada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E lá se vai mais uma sexta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que bela meleca!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-8420858884227876549?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/8420858884227876549/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=8420858884227876549&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/8420858884227876549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/8420858884227876549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/01/por-aqui.html' title='Por aqui...'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SYOuJKwPkrI/AAAAAAAABoE/aHloBJq2HOY/s72-c/Euuuu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-8603214921616754923</id><published>2009-01-25T12:45:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:50:31.376-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejo'/><title type='text'>Peace!!!!</title><content type='html'>I just wanna peace!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-8603214921616754923?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/8603214921616754923/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=8603214921616754923&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/8603214921616754923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/8603214921616754923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/01/peace.html' title='Peace!!!!'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-5805278059054460837</id><published>2009-01-20T21:37:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:49:35.776-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in love'/><title type='text'>Ele® tem todos os defeitos de um homem perfeito!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SXZhM9m67nI/AAAAAAAABlA/H3yfVAnco90/s1600-h/collage45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SXZhM9m67nI/AAAAAAAABlA/H3yfVAnco90/s200/collage45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293525287344729714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu sei como é ter aquele tipo de namorado que você não veste para se exibir mas despe para provar só pra si mesmo o quanto é feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Que você não desfila ao lado, mas leva dentro do peito.&lt;br /&gt;Que você não compra, consome, negocia ou contrabandeia.&lt;br /&gt;Mas se surpreende quando ganha de presente da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Aquele tipo que você não usa para ser alguém e justamente por isso acaba sendo uma pessoa muito melhor.&lt;br /&gt;É assim que me sinto, e assim que todos deveriam se sentir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se apaixonem....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-5805278059054460837?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/5805278059054460837/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=5805278059054460837&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/5805278059054460837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/5805278059054460837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/01/ele-tem-todos-os-defeitos-de-um-homem.html' title='Ele® tem todos os defeitos de um homem perfeito!!!'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SXZhM9m67nI/AAAAAAAABlA/H3yfVAnco90/s72-c/collage45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-4178290941666943708</id><published>2009-01-16T23:37:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:58:03.962-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Felicidade é triste (?)'/><title type='text'>My soul cries!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SXE4sn-4YOI/AAAAAAAABk4/pzXLXoQsQT0/s1600-h/gothic28bz6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 145px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SXE4sn-4YOI/AAAAAAAABk4/pzXLXoQsQT0/s200/gothic28bz6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292073376435167458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorar deixou de ser uma necessidade e virou apenas uma iminência.&lt;br /&gt;Sofrer deixou de ser algo maior do que eu e passou a ser um pontinho ali, no mesmo lugar, incomodando a cada segundo, me lembrando o tempo todo que aquele pontinho é um resto, um quase não pontinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O problema é que todo o resto de mim que sobra, tirando o que quase sou, não sei quem é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Que dia mais cinza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-4178290941666943708?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/4178290941666943708/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=4178290941666943708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/4178290941666943708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/4178290941666943708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-soul-cries.html' title='My soul cries!!!'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SXE4sn-4YOI/AAAAAAAABk4/pzXLXoQsQT0/s72-c/gothic28bz6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-5708462683018514263</id><published>2009-01-11T18:34:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T00:03:58.232-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Felicidade é triste (?)'/><title type='text'>Tudo ao mesmo tempo!</title><content type='html'>Hoje de manhã eu acordei e fiquei olhando para tudo catatônica, um misto de susto com deslumbramento.&lt;br /&gt;Me dei conta de que essa é a pior e a melhor fase da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca andei tão triste e nem tão feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Foi difícil enterrar tantos "mortos" e tantas "rotinas"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(Tati Bernardi)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-5708462683018514263?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/5708462683018514263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=5708462683018514263&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/5708462683018514263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/5708462683018514263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/01/tudo-ao-mesmo-tempo.html' title='Tudo ao mesmo tempo!'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-7606346064950568632</id><published>2009-01-10T00:40:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:01:24.590-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Complexa não sou... Complexa eu me sinto!</title><content type='html'>Não tenho motivos para acreditar em besteiras diárias,&lt;br /&gt;promessas sem nexos, ou dias excessivamente felizes...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho motivos pra acreditar em odiar para se proteger,&lt;br /&gt;em amanhã para esquecer o ontem,&lt;br /&gt;em fechar as janelas para que se abram as portas,&lt;br /&gt;em cavar o próprio buraco para que não consiga se esquecer onde é a saída.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8421574702748024924-7606346064950568632?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/7606346064950568632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=7606346064950568632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/7606346064950568632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/7606346064950568632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/01/complexa-no-sou-complexa-eu-me-sinto.html' title='Complexa não sou... Complexa eu me sinto!'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8421574702748024924.post-5729296003165910863</id><published>2009-01-09T00:07:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T00:02:59.983-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet love'/><title type='text'>Um homem!!!</title><content type='html'>"Encontre um homem que te chame de linda ao invés de gostosa.&lt;br /&gt;Que te ligue de volta quando vc desligar na cara dele.&lt;br /&gt;Que permaneça acordado só para observar vc dormindo.&lt;br /&gt;Espere pelo homem que te beije na testa.&lt;br /&gt;Que queira te mostrar para todo mundo mesmo quando vc está suando.&lt;br /&gt;Um homem que segure sua mão na frente dos amigos dele.&lt;br /&gt;Que te ache a mulher mais bonita do mundo mesmo quando vc está nos seus piores dias.&lt;br /&gt;Que insista em te segurar pela cintura.&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que te lembra constantemente o quanto ele se preocupa com vc e o quanto sortudo ele é por estar ao seu lado.&lt;br /&gt;Espere por aquele que esperará por vc.&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que vire para os amigos e diga “É ela!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ps.: Eu já encontrei esse homem!!! E amo mto.&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/8421574702748024924-5729296003165910863?l=semmcor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/feeds/5729296003165910863/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8421574702748024924&amp;postID=5729296003165910863&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/5729296003165910863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8421574702748024924/posts/default/5729296003165910863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semmcor.blogspot.com/2009/01/um-homem.html' title='Um homem!!!'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01621005339634113415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-ycvd8Odp8/SQVMc5NViHI/AAAAAAAABNE/DZWwR6OD04s/S220/collage3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
