<?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-5877338356583960568</id><updated>2012-01-22T16:38:32.847-08:00</updated><category term='Pensamentos...'/><category term='Desejo'/><category term='Solidão'/><category term='Amor'/><category term='frases'/><category term='Amizade'/><category term='Sofrimento'/><category term='Saudade'/><title type='text'>♥ºº ੴ Do fundo da alma ੴ•ºº♥</title><subtitle type='html'>POR FAVOR,NÃO SE CHATEIE AO LER ESSAS MINHAS PALAVRAS...
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(Beatriz Amancio)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-5696633079218901980</id><published>2010-05-28T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T12:57:12.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor Bandido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Teu olhar me mostra a realidade que já havia esquecido. Difícil mesmo é conviver com a correria de sua vida,que sem querer se enlaçou na minha.&lt;br /&gt;Ah amor bandido,como faço agora pra te esquecer,pra te abandonar?&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração encontrou em você refúgio, meu corpo não vive mais sem o seu.&lt;br /&gt;Quantas noites mais pedirei a Deus pra te proteger?&lt;br /&gt;E quanto tempo mais ele vai me atender?&lt;br /&gt;Dias te conheço, dias não,dias de correria,dias de solidão, sei lá por onde você anda...&lt;br /&gt;Será que comeu,será que dormiu?&lt;br /&gt;Em meio ao tiroteio,chegam os boatos&lt;br /&gt;" - CAÍRAM 1,2 OU 3  !"&lt;br /&gt;E meu coração aflito leva minhas pernas bambas a ver&lt;br /&gt;Chegando lá...&lt;br /&gt;Ufa! não era você,meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;Elevo os olhos para o céu e mais uma vez agradeço ao criador, por  ter ouvido e atendido minhas preces.&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração procura o seu na multidão,pra te tirar desse lugar que já não se tem onde chegar, comece a entender o que te digo,comece a sair disso.&lt;br /&gt;Ah coração,como é difícil conviver com você nesse amor bandido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Beatriz Amancio)&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/5877338356583960568-5696633079218901980?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/5696633079218901980/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2010/05/amor-bandido.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/5696633079218901980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/5696633079218901980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2010/05/amor-bandido.html' title='Amor Bandido'/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-2135930836003540018</id><published>2010-05-28T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T12:41:47.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fazer Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Fazer amor nada mais é&lt;br /&gt;Que transformar dois em apenas um&lt;br /&gt;Fazer amor&lt;br /&gt;É um encontro espetacular&lt;br /&gt;Entre dois corpos apaixonados&lt;br /&gt;Que quando bem encaixados&lt;br /&gt;Torna-se um raro momento&lt;br /&gt;Como a brisa e o vento&lt;br /&gt;Fazer amor&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais é&lt;br /&gt;Do que sentir desejo&lt;br /&gt;Por quem te completa&lt;br /&gt;Fazer amor&lt;br /&gt;É como ter nas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Um belo diamante&lt;br /&gt;Que com alguém brilhante&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se torna emocionante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade&lt;br /&gt;Fazer amor é como um vulcão&lt;br /&gt;Que quando entra em erupção&lt;br /&gt;Tudo naquele momento é um tesão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(Beatriz Amancio)&lt;/span&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/5877338356583960568-2135930836003540018?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/2135930836003540018/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2010/05/fazer-amor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/2135930836003540018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/2135930836003540018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2010/05/fazer-amor.html' title='Fazer Amor'/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-3246556200624306210</id><published>2009-11-02T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T13:22:21.769-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Minha maior solidão é estar no meio de milhões de pessoas e mesmo assim estar sozinha. Não existe solidão maior que a interior,aquela consigo mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;( Beatriz Amancio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-3246556200624306210?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/3246556200624306210/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/11/minha-maior-solidao-e-estar-no-meio-de.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/3246556200624306210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/3246556200624306210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/11/minha-maior-solidao-e-estar-no-meio-de.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-7376536106581364454</id><published>2009-11-02T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T13:19:28.476-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O amor é a somo de todos os valores para que se viva a cada dia que passa mas apaixonado pela vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( Beatriz Amancio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-7376536106581364454?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/7376536106581364454/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-amor-e-somo-de-todos-os-valores-para.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/7376536106581364454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/7376536106581364454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-amor-e-somo-de-todos-os-valores-para.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-1651707837228988218</id><published>2009-11-02T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T13:14:26.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero ser amada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6crCmE8UoM/Su9LqMbBWLI/AAAAAAAAARg/hzytSFc36p8/s1600-h/ciodepoesias.jpg"&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/_d6crCmE8UoM/Su9LqMbBWLI/AAAAAAAAARg/hzytSFc36p8/s320/ciodepoesias.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399617666501662898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pára de tentar bobagens pra me esquecer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pára de querer tirar da mente o que seu coração não quer esquecer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou quatro paredes de carne,osso e músculos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feitos pra te agradar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esquece tudo e vem comigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem que tudo pode dar certo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem comigo e não vai se arrepender&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu fui feita pra você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem que eu quero te amar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seja aqui ou na beira do mar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem que eu te faço viver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Basta você querer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem e esquece tudo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou capaz de te dar o mundo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem sem medo de ser feliz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te dou a vida que você sempre quis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem pra ser meu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Não mais sair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem que eu te quero assim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem vestido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem sem roupa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah,pessoa que me deixa louca !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Vem com carinho,com emoção&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arrasa meu coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem com tudo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem sem nada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu quero ser amada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Beatriz Amancio)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-1651707837228988218?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/1651707837228988218/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/11/quero-ser-amada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/1651707837228988218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/1651707837228988218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/11/quero-ser-amada.html' title='Quero ser amada'/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6crCmE8UoM/Su9LqMbBWLI/AAAAAAAAARg/hzytSFc36p8/s72-c/ciodepoesias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-6627457334242737238</id><published>2009-10-26T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:41:35.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Como resumir o amor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Como resumir o amor?&lt;br /&gt;Amor é o abraço carinhoso,é a mão estendida num momento de desespero,é a carícia entre família,entre cada gesto de carinho está o amor. Amor a gente não compra,não vende.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez o amor se divida entre mim e você,entre você e outra pessoa,mas amor em si é incondicional.&lt;br /&gt;No amor não existe trocas,não existe apostas,existe simplesmente amor.&lt;br /&gt;O segredo do amor é sempre amar sem esperar contribuições,é como amar um animal,acaricia-lo sabendo que ele nao irá fazer o mesmo por você.&lt;br /&gt;Amor não se explica,cada um ama da sua maneira,por que seja  ele por quem ou pelo que for é sempre amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Beatriz Amancio&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/5877338356583960568-6627457334242737238?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/6627457334242737238/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/10/como-resumir-o-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/6627457334242737238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/6627457334242737238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/10/como-resumir-o-amor.html' title='Como resumir o amor?'/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-1624716155474620388</id><published>2009-10-26T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:16:33.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solidão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Minha maior solidão é estar no meio de milhões de pessoas e mesmo assim estar sozinha.Não há solidão maior que a interior,aquela consigo mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Beatriz Amancio )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-1624716155474620388?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/1624716155474620388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/10/minha-maior-solidao-e-estar-no-meio-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/1624716155474620388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/1624716155474620388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/10/minha-maior-solidao-e-estar-no-meio-de.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-519880819152946041</id><published>2009-08-24T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T17:45:14.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6crCmE8UoM/SpMzw1MBYmI/AAAAAAAAARI/eJDUz75zdG0/s1600-h/3333.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6crCmE8UoM/SpMzw1MBYmI/AAAAAAAAARI/eJDUz75zdG0/s320/3333.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373695694387372642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corações são enganosos,e a mente é racional.Por isso ame com a mente para não se decepcionar,e deixe que te amem com o coração para que possam errar&lt;br /&gt;(Beatriz Amancio)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-519880819152946041?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/519880819152946041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/08/coracoes-sao-enganosose-mente-e.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/519880819152946041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/519880819152946041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/08/coracoes-sao-enganosose-mente-e.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6crCmE8UoM/SpMzw1MBYmI/AAAAAAAAARI/eJDUz75zdG0/s72-c/3333.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-5452083474086769699</id><published>2009-08-24T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T17:35:20.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É quando a noite cai que eu sinto a falta que você me faz.&lt;br /&gt;É quando o dia amanhece que eu te desejo cada vez mais.&lt;br /&gt;É quando chega a madrugada que eu percebo o quanto sou louca por você.&lt;br /&gt;O meu tempo ( ou desejo?) &lt;br /&gt;Vontade (ou desespero?)&lt;br /&gt;De amar,vem á tona e tudo muda quando penso em ti.&lt;br /&gt;Não há forte que resista ao seu olhar,não há bruto que resista a sua beleza e não há poeta que olhe pro céu e não lembre teu lindo sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;A palavra solidão resume o que é se viver sem você,apenas a palavra felicidade resume o prazer de você existir,apenas a palavra saudade resume sua ausência, e somente a palavra amor resume a alegria de mesmo que esteja: perto,longe,ausente,presente,feliz,triste de te esperar de braços abertos.&lt;br /&gt;Te amo incondicional mente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Beatriz Amancio)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-5452083474086769699?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/5452083474086769699/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-quando-noite-cai-que-eu-sinto-falta.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/5452083474086769699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/5452083474086769699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-quando-noite-cai-que-eu-sinto-falta.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-6157023135894748436?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/6157023135894748436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/07/ha-momentos-na-vida-em-que-fazemos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/6157023135894748436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/6157023135894748436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/07/ha-momentos-na-vida-em-que-fazemos.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-2316759060635502862?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/2316759060635502862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-mais-importante-na-vida-nao-e-saber.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/2316759060635502862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/2316759060635502862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-mais-importante-na-vida-nao-e-saber.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-3297755121217240134?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/3297755121217240134/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/07/plante-seu-jardim-e-decore-sua-almaem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/3297755121217240134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/3297755121217240134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/07/plante-seu-jardim-e-decore-sua-almaem.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-3707040626169578939</id><published>2009-07-19T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T13:27:09.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somente uma vida pode consolar uma outra vida sofrida,só um outro corpo cura um corpo carente e somente um outro amor pode curar um coração angustiado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Beatriz Amancio)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-3707040626169578939?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/3707040626169578939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/07/somente-uma-vida-pode-consolar-uma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/3707040626169578939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/3707040626169578939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/07/somente-uma-vida-pode-consolar-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-625421698376871245</id><published>2009-06-18T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:43:09.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Até Quando?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te pergunto até quando?&lt;br /&gt;Até quando irá chorar pelo que já se foi?&lt;br /&gt;Até quando vai esperar aquele amanha que nunca chega?&lt;br /&gt;Até quando vai lamentar o que não tem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;Me diz&lt;/span&gt;,até quando?&lt;br /&gt;Levante a cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Se anime,você está vivo!!&lt;br /&gt;Ta esperando o que pra sair por aquela porta e correr atrás de seus sonhos?&lt;br /&gt;Ta esperando o que?&lt;br /&gt;Ta esperado o fim chegar,a porta fechar,o Sol sumir,o céu desabar?&lt;br /&gt;Existe um mundo enorme que nos espera&lt;br /&gt;Existe um lugar nele guardado para cada um de nós&lt;br /&gt;Não tente viver a vida de ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Não tente morrer por ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Por ninguém é dono de ninguém&lt;br /&gt;"Agente só pertence agente"&lt;br /&gt;Aprenda isso&lt;br /&gt;Erga sempre sua cabeça e caminhe&lt;br /&gt;Pois mesmo que a estrada seja longa e dolorosa&lt;br /&gt;No fim dela todos nós temos um lugar só nosso nos esperando&lt;br /&gt;Alias,esperando a atitude que tomamos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Beatriz Amancio)&lt;/strong&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/5877338356583960568-625421698376871245?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/625421698376871245/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/06/ate-quando.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/625421698376871245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/625421698376871245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/06/ate-quando.html' title='Até Quando?'/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-5334510122522765553</id><published>2009-06-15T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:04:29.000-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejo'/><title type='text'>Desejo medonho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6crCmE8UoM/Sjh5CvgFicI/AAAAAAAAAQw/EgfX-MamR7o/s1600-h/P%C3%B4r-do-sol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6crCmE8UoM/Sjh5CvgFicI/AAAAAAAAAQw/EgfX-MamR7o/s320/P%C3%B4r-do-sol.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348157645520210370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somente suas mão me acalmariam nesse momento&lt;br /&gt;somente teu cheiro me deliciariam com o sopro do vento&lt;br /&gt;Somente teu corpo acenderia o meu&lt;br /&gt;Sonho com sua pele&lt;br /&gt;Com seu toque&lt;br /&gt;Com seu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo é um enigma onde tu meu amado,decifraria&lt;br /&gt;Vem,e revire meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Vem e retire de mim esse tormento&lt;br /&gt;Noites em claro jamais seria problema perto de ti&lt;br /&gt;Saciar seu desejo seria tudo pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Venha pra enlouquecer minha mente&lt;br /&gt;Arrepie minha pele com o toque do seu dente&lt;br /&gt;Vem fazer realidade o que hoje é apenas sonho&lt;br /&gt;Venha me fazer mulher&lt;br /&gt;E me tirar desse desejo medonho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Beatriz Amancio)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-5334510122522765553?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/5334510122522765553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/06/desejo-medonho.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/5334510122522765553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/5334510122522765553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/06/desejo-medonho.html' title='Desejo medonho'/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6crCmE8UoM/Sjh5CvgFicI/AAAAAAAAAQw/EgfX-MamR7o/s72-c/P%C3%B4r-do-sol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-8189303900978281977</id><published>2009-06-01T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:37:48.548-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos...'/><title type='text'>O dilema do romantimo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6crCmE8UoM/SiS6n2ZjhrI/AAAAAAAAAQo/H0RWenitm_I/s1600-h/bia.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6crCmE8UoM/SiS6n2ZjhrI/AAAAAAAAAQo/H0RWenitm_I/s320/bia.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342600251748615858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que pessoas  complicadas nós somos,nunca satisfeitos com o que temos&lt;br /&gt;Pois é,como o blog é um lugar pra expor o que sentimos ou que vivemos lá vou eu!&lt;br /&gt;Vou postar uma conversa que tive em casa hoje á tarde com minha mãe e minha mana:ROMANTISMO&lt;br /&gt;É isso ai genteee!!&lt;br /&gt;Será que o romantismo do mundo tá realmente acabando?&lt;br /&gt;Ou somos nós que não ligamos mais pra ele?&lt;br /&gt;Eu Beatriz particularmente,acredito(mas tento não acreditar)&lt;br /&gt;Difícil,mas não impossível nem sempre ser romântico&lt;br /&gt;Alguns amigos(as) me julgam louca&lt;br /&gt;Novamente expondo minha vida particular (e muuuuiito mesmo!)&lt;br /&gt;Acho que estou namorando e pela primeira vez essa semana dormimos juntos!&lt;br /&gt;Calma aiii gente!! acho que ele dormiu comigo, não eu com ele&lt;br /&gt;Sabe por que?&lt;br /&gt;Por tanto que já me "amarrei" não me faz bem dormir com alguém,acho isso muito intimo e não estou preparada para incluir alguém na minha intimidade.&lt;br /&gt;Você acha isso loucura?&lt;br /&gt;Pois é,as vezes acho que meus amigos realmente estão certos!&lt;br /&gt;Difícil mesmo é quando não tenho ninguém,vou lhes explicar...&lt;br /&gt;Sou assim,quando não tenho ninguém me sinto solitária,abandonada e vivo resmungando:poxa ninguém me quer,ninguém me liga,ninguém me quer e etc...Tipo: Oh vida,Oh Céus!!rsrs&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando tenho alguém sou totalmente o oposto&lt;br /&gt;Gosto MUIIITOO da minha liberdade(acho que todos nós gostamos),e não sei divi-la com alguém!&lt;br /&gt;Entenderam?&lt;br /&gt;Hum,nem eu entendo as vezes!!&lt;br /&gt;Pois é pessoal sou realmente complicada (ou sem vergonha mesmo!)&lt;br /&gt;Só não entendo essa necessidade de alguém,não entendo a carência,não entendo o amor,realmente não entendo!&lt;br /&gt;E digo isso indignada de verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Meus poemas giram em torno da minha solidão,das minhas angustias,das minhas tristezas e etc...&lt;br /&gt;Mas o pior é que se estou só é por que quero e não por querem&lt;br /&gt;Mas então por que ficar triste,por que ficar angustiada e por que ficar carente?&lt;br /&gt;Realmente é a necessidade,todos nós temos que ter a metade da laranja,talvez eu ainda não tenha encontrado a minha,por isso não dou tanto valor a certos tipos de coisa,como dormir agarradinho,demonstrações publicas de afeto,entre outras coisas.&lt;br /&gt;O romantismo é um toque de apaixonado e se eu não me apaixono por que ser romântica?&lt;br /&gt;Concluindo,ainda não encontrei com quem ser romântica,mas não perdi as esperanças um dia eu encontro,tenho fé nisso,tenho mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;Mas vamos lá gente,vamos dar valor ao romance,vamos ser românticos ou pelo menos tentar.&lt;br /&gt;Muitos beijos e até a próxima postagem,me desculpem se dessa vez não postei mas um poeminha,mas logo virão!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-8189303900978281977?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/8189303900978281977/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-dilema-do-romantimo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/8189303900978281977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/8189303900978281977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-dilema-do-romantimo.html' title='O dilema do romantimo'/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6crCmE8UoM/SiS6n2ZjhrI/AAAAAAAAAQo/H0RWenitm_I/s72-c/bia.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-1674215628424844280</id><published>2009-05-19T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:00:38.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Todos os dias eu recomeço</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Com tudo ainda permaneço aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nada ainda mudou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Permaneço como sempre fui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Louca pela vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando a minha capacidade de amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se torna maior que minha vontade de viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Há de lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pois se não vivo não amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E se não amo pra que viver?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Como todos,tenho dias de tédio total&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas os dias de êxtase compensam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No dia da calmaria sento numa varanda e aprecio uma linda paisagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enquanto leio um bom livro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aprendi a dar valor as tempestades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que são tão belas quanto os raios de Sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Costumo rir de mim mesma,mesmo sem motivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Costumo dar,na verdade, costumo "passar" tudo isso que me sobra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oro bastante,pois preciso muito de um Pai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sou alegre(ou pelo menos tento) , pois a alegria me encurta o caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Todos os dias eu recomeço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pois amanhã pra mim pode ser tarde demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ou possa nem chegar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Beatriz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Amancio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&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/5877338356583960568-1674215628424844280?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/1674215628424844280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/05/todos-os-dias-eu-recomeco.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/1674215628424844280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/1674215628424844280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/05/todos-os-dias-eu-recomeco.html' title='Todos os dias eu recomeço'/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-2472466432882133246</id><published>2009-04-28T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:48:43.803-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>O ridículo de amar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6crCmE8UoM/Sfd5rPRz8SI/AAAAAAAAAQg/vQeLnuTnbg4/s1600-h/OgAAAE6LDn7s_pxX3o3tfiJ_Jo-7WGX2W3gNILqxI1J4Y5hej2D_A1c8F4WS4mz2ykiI5uHUk2xLic_QOf-dj5d81AYAm1T1UP0SO-asFrFDuxt2HrPSDL_PfedG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6crCmE8UoM/Sfd5rPRz8SI/AAAAAAAAAQg/vQeLnuTnbg4/s320/OgAAAE6LDn7s_pxX3o3tfiJ_Jo-7WGX2W3gNILqxI1J4Y5hej2D_A1c8F4WS4mz2ykiI5uHUk2xLic_QOf-dj5d81AYAm1T1UP0SO-asFrFDuxt2HrPSDL_PfedG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329862467758846242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Quem não é ridículo quando ama?&lt;br /&gt;Eu já fui!&lt;br /&gt;E ainda sou&lt;br /&gt;Há quem diga que o ridículo é amar&lt;br /&gt;Que nada!&lt;br /&gt;Ridículo é fingir que não ama&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca jurou amor eterno e que durou apenas um mês?&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca ficou implorando ao telefone na hora da despedida com aquela velha frase: "Desliga você primeiro"?&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca andou de sonhando pelas ruas?&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca contou as horas pra ver outra pessoa?&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca chorou vendo um filme romântico,quando brigou com o amado(a)?&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca sonhou acordado com aquele beijo?&lt;br /&gt;É quase que impossível,não lembrarmos da época da escola&lt;br /&gt;Momento de descobertas,nervos a flor da pele,namoradinhos(a)!&lt;br /&gt;O ridículo mesmo é não admitir que todos nós somos ridiculos quando amamos&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade é essa caretice chamada amor é que nos fazem ficar assim:&lt;br /&gt;TOTALMENTE RIDICULARIZADOS!!(Que nada) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Na verdade o ridículo do amor é não admiti-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Quem não gosta de andar de mãos dadas pelas ruas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;E quem não gosta de receber SMS durante a noite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Isso é ridículo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Que nada! se  isso é a caretice é a mas gostosa que existe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Beatriz Amancio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-2472466432882133246?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/2472466432882133246/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-ridiculo-de-amar.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/2472466432882133246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/2472466432882133246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-ridiculo-de-amar.html' title='O ridículo de amar!'/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d6crCmE8UoM/Sfd5rPRz8SI/AAAAAAAAAQg/vQeLnuTnbg4/s72-c/OgAAAE6LDn7s_pxX3o3tfiJ_Jo-7WGX2W3gNILqxI1J4Y5hej2D_A1c8F4WS4mz2ykiI5uHUk2xLic_QOf-dj5d81AYAm1T1UP0SO-asFrFDuxt2HrPSDL_PfedG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-4314116616559385182</id><published>2009-04-23T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T20:31:55.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SeLOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6crCmE8UoM/SfEyno2A6CI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ZOqcfYLuJ5k/s1600-h/chic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6crCmE8UoM/SfEyno2A6CI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ZOqcfYLuJ5k/s320/chic.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328095490716264482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-4314116616559385182?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/4314116616559385182/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/04/seloo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/4314116616559385182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/4314116616559385182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/04/seloo.html' title='SeLOO'/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6crCmE8UoM/SfEyno2A6CI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ZOqcfYLuJ5k/s72-c/chic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-230148649825841137</id><published>2009-04-15T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:01:55.446-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos...'/><title type='text'>Minha vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6crCmE8UoM/SeafefSgWLI/AAAAAAAAAQI/8E0oXai1O5Q/s1600-h/10756pegadas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d6crCmE8UoM/SeafefSgWLI/AAAAAAAAAQI/8E0oXai1O5Q/s320/10756pegadas1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325118955556198578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me deixem viver da maneira que gosto&lt;br /&gt;Não me julguem&lt;br /&gt;Não tente ser como a mim&lt;br /&gt;Pois só existe uma como a mim&lt;br /&gt;Que sou eu mesma&lt;br /&gt;Não tente me parar,pois ando rápido demais pra me alcançar&lt;br /&gt;Viva apenas como você gosta de viver&lt;br /&gt;E deixe minha vida de lado&lt;br /&gt;Não faço nada que prejudique alguém&lt;br /&gt;Há não ser eu mesma&lt;br /&gt;Então, antes de olhar minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Olhe primeiro a sua&lt;br /&gt;Pois jamais entrarei em sua vida,se não entrares na minha&lt;br /&gt;(Beatriz Amancio) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-230148649825841137?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/230148649825841137/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/04/minha-vida.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/230148649825841137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/230148649825841137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/04/minha-vida.html' title='Minha vida'/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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color="#333333"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt; entendo por que sempre quero tirar da mente o que esta em meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade acho que quase todo mundo é dessa forma,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;né&lt;/span&gt; coração?&lt;br /&gt;Se nosso coração &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; esquece,como a mente vai esquecer?&lt;br /&gt;Pergunta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;difícil&lt;/span&gt; essa&lt;br /&gt;Mas é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;difícil&lt;/span&gt; pra quem?&lt;br /&gt;Pra você coração ou pra mente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Difícil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hein&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;Até hoje procuro resposta pra isso&lt;br /&gt;Mas ainda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; encontrei sinceramente&lt;br /&gt;Acho que isso faz parte de um conjunto&lt;br /&gt;Cabeça,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;coração&lt;/span&gt;,Razão e emoção&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade com toda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;experiência&lt;/span&gt; amorosa que tive&lt;br /&gt;(aliás coração foram muitas!!)&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre seguir a emoção é muito bom não&lt;br /&gt;Me desculpe coraçãozinho,mas você já me apaixonou por cada um!&lt;br /&gt;É claro,tudo na medida certa,dá certo&lt;br /&gt;O problema é:quem é que vai viver medindo o que faz?&lt;br /&gt;Você que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;já&lt;/span&gt; me conhece sabe que Eu (literalmente)não meço nada que faço!!!&lt;br /&gt;Muito pelo contrário,tá ai um dos meus maiores motivos de escrever&lt;br /&gt;E que muitas vezes(por sua culpa senhor coração) segue sempre a tristeza,o abandono e as loucuras(muitas!!)&lt;br /&gt;Bom,a verdade é que não adianta mesmo querer tirar da cabeça o que está em você coração&lt;br /&gt;Pois é gente...esse coração tão enganoso!!(pelo menos o meu!)&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração vive me pregando peças,as vezes existem pessoas maravilhosas que me cercam,que são até boas pessoas&lt;br /&gt;Mas...meu coração não(definitivamente),ele nunca pode me dar uma força,nunca me faz agir pelo certo&lt;br /&gt;Ele sempre me coloca pra furada,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pros&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;cafagestes&lt;/span&gt;,os traidores&lt;br /&gt;Mas sabe(admito),eu até que gosto...(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;rsrs&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt; existem pessoas certas sempre&lt;br /&gt;Existem pessoas certas nas horas certas e se naquela hora eu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; quero o "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;certinho&lt;/span&gt;" e quero "o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;erradinho&lt;/span&gt;" é porque ele é que era apropriado pra hora que precisei&lt;br /&gt;É isso ai coração,você é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;danadinho&lt;/span&gt; mesmo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sempre sabe o que eu quero acertou mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre o certos pra todos são certos pra mim e como tu me conheces &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;né&lt;/span&gt; coração?!!&lt;br /&gt;Agiu como conheces&lt;br /&gt;Ah coração me desculpa quando te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;xingo&lt;/span&gt;,te insulto&lt;br /&gt;Mas tem horas que me irrita ser tão boba(ta legal vai,nem tanto)&lt;br /&gt;É por que tem vezes que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; pega &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;muuuito&lt;/span&gt; pesado&lt;br /&gt;Mas te perdoo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; tem culpa de agir assim,afinal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; é o coração &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;né&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Está perdoado,alias simplesmente ADORO quando me faz apaixonar&lt;br /&gt;Só tenho pena de ti mesmo quando chega ao fim&lt;br /&gt;Mas enfim foi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ótimo&lt;/span&gt; esclarecer as coisas com &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; amigo do peito (literalmente)!!&lt;br /&gt;Até um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;próximo&lt;/span&gt; dialogo querido coração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;(Beatriz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Amancio&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/5877338356583960568-7648064772794638278?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/7648064772794638278/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/04/conversando-com-meu-coracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/7648064772794638278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-4920016693057929184</id><published>2009-04-04T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T14:16:04.761-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos...'/><title type='text'>Aprendi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6crCmE8UoM/SdfN5l-3XiI/AAAAAAAAAPw/wqkRh2N56HI/s1600-h/ATcAAABmsUdh9whs86J58Lm71aESnfp6BE-ZuEfKM3dSRb49jqLYNi5Y0NQP8GhptGqQRtnfVINQaKPMxaqtNn9O1gRxAJtU9VCL6SjXha1MBdqp3wzJPs_a5sn0oA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 162px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d6crCmE8UoM/SdfN5l-3XiI/AAAAAAAAAPw/wqkRh2N56HI/s320/ATcAAABmsUdh9whs86J58Lm71aESnfp6BE-ZuEfKM3dSRb49jqLYNi5Y0NQP8GhptGqQRtnfVINQaKPMxaqtNn9O1gRxAJtU9VCL6SjXha1MBdqp3wzJPs_a5sn0oA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320947874093555234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Aprendi que de nada adianta ser rodeada de pessoas,se nenhuma delas é minha amiga&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que ser Durão é uma casca para aqueles que tem medo se sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que rir pra todos nem sempre é ser simpático&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi a respeitar meus limites pra não me arrepender no dia seguinte&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que na vida é preciso amar pra saber o que uma pessoa sente quando ama agente&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi a lutar pra conseguir o que quero&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi a desistir quando o que quero não vale a pena&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi a sofrer por quem merece&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi a pisar em quem me pisou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admito que pra aprender tudo isso,foi preciso&lt;br /&gt;Amar,sofrer,lutar,magoar...&lt;br /&gt;Mais tudo isso valeu á pena;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje em dia conheço a cada um que me rodeia e ninguém passa por mim se eu não quiser...&lt;br /&gt;Graças aos que me fizeram mal sou mais forte,enfim;&lt;br /&gt;Estou de pé...&lt;br /&gt;Para o azar deles eu ainda estou viva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Beatriz Amancio)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-4920016693057929184?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/4920016693057929184/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/04/aprendi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/4920016693057929184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/4920016693057929184'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-8572271687070810524</id><published>2009-04-04T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T14:06:07.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sofrimento'/><title type='text'>Você só me ensinou a te amar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6crCmE8UoM/SdfLtAbisBI/AAAAAAAAAPo/IU5d-_OdIXo/s1600-h/corazon%2Bpartido%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6crCmE8UoM/SdfLtAbisBI/AAAAAAAAAPo/IU5d-_OdIXo/s320/corazon%2Bpartido%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320945458831601682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo a minha volta parece ter sumido&lt;br /&gt;Por instantes tudo mudou&lt;br /&gt;Por um segundo&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se foi&lt;br /&gt;Por horas tudo acabou&lt;br /&gt;Me devolve minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Traz de volta minha alegria&lt;br /&gt;Devolva minha vontade de viver&lt;br /&gt;As vezes parece que vou morrer.&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo tão carente&lt;br /&gt;E minha cama tão vazia&lt;br /&gt;Jamais poderia imaginar que você um dia partiria&lt;br /&gt;Coração sofrido&lt;br /&gt;Noites frias&lt;br /&gt;Madrugadas sem destino&lt;br /&gt;Sem você aqui faz frio&lt;br /&gt;Traz de volta o que você tirou&lt;br /&gt;Traz de volta o que você me ensinou a amar&lt;br /&gt;Vem de vez,pra que dessa vez não possa mais voltar&lt;br /&gt;Sem você vou me matar&lt;br /&gt;Você não me ensinou a viver sem você&lt;br /&gt;Você só me ensinou a te amar,te amar e te amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Beatriz Amancio)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5877338356583960568-8572271687070810524?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/8572271687070810524/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/04/voce-so-me-ensinou-te-amar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/8572271687070810524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/8572271687070810524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/04/voce-so-me-ensinou-te-amar.html' title='Você só me ensinou a te amar'/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6crCmE8UoM/SdfLtAbisBI/AAAAAAAAAPo/IU5d-_OdIXo/s72-c/corazon%2Bpartido%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-4355100792534146648</id><published>2009-04-02T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:04:35.820-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudade'/><title type='text'>Nada melhor do que matar a saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6crCmE8UoM/SdUn66HJuZI/AAAAAAAAAPI/lSU3hNIIG60/s1600-h/iaia.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6crCmE8UoM/SdUn66HJuZI/AAAAAAAAAPI/lSU3hNIIG60/s320/iaia.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320202427793258898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já nem sei mas explicar o sentimento saudade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já nem sei em que horas usa-la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só sei que a sinto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E longe de ti ela dói tanto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Machuca, atrapalha, maltrata&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A saudade só é boa quando matada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não há nada melhor do que matar a saudade!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os abraços são calorosos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os beijos excitantes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As noites ficam longas e delirantes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os dias são de alegrias e as noites prazer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas logo depois a saudade de ti volta a aparecer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o que vou fazer?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou esperar sua vinda que me causa tanta felicidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A saudade realmente me sufoca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas não sofrerei com ela enquanto voltares&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E torço pra que não se vá de vez&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois não há nada melhor do que matar a saudade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Beatriz Amancio)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-4355100792534146648?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/4355100792534146648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/04/ja-nem-sei-mas-explicar-o-sentimento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/4355100792534146648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/4355100792534146648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/04/ja-nem-sei-mas-explicar-o-sentimento.html' title='Nada melhor do que matar a saudade'/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6crCmE8UoM/SdUn66HJuZI/AAAAAAAAAPI/lSU3hNIIG60/s72-c/iaia.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-1071966809601408630</id><published>2009-04-02T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T13:42:28.292-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejo'/><title type='text'>Uma ladra em teus sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quando menos imaginar&lt;br /&gt;Entrarei em teus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Como uma ladra na noite&lt;br /&gt;Abrirei as portas da sua mente&lt;br /&gt;Te darei prazer ardentemente&lt;br /&gt;Tocarei cada ponto fraco de seu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Te deixando louco&lt;br /&gt;Beijarei seus lábios macios &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apetitosa mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sussurrarei &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;obscenidades&lt;/span&gt; em seu ouvido&lt;br /&gt;E então...&lt;br /&gt;Como uma loba agarrada em sua presa&lt;br /&gt;Me encaixarei em você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" Vem meu homem,me enlouquece"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eu lhe diria&lt;br /&gt;Naquela noite quente e excitante&lt;br /&gt;Nossos corpos suados&lt;br /&gt;E num momento delirante&lt;br /&gt;Acontece a explosão do nosso prazer&lt;br /&gt;Daí então levantarei de sua cama molhada com nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;E partirei,como uma ladra que já lhe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;roubou&lt;/span&gt; o que queria&lt;br /&gt;Quando acordares,pensará que não passou de um sonho&lt;br /&gt;Mas sentirá meu cheiro em sua cama&lt;br /&gt;E minhas marcas em seu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Irá percorrer sua casa feito um louco a me procurar&lt;br /&gt;Mas longe vou estar esperando outra oportunidade&lt;br /&gt;Para novamente em teus sonhos entrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Beatriz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Amancio&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-1071966809601408630?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/1071966809601408630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/04/uma-ladra-em-teus-sonhos_02.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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coração novamente&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Coisa boa é amar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;né&lt;/span&gt;!?&lt;br /&gt;Será que realmente é?&lt;br /&gt;Essa é indecisão que entra em minha mente&lt;br /&gt;E a duvida que sempre entra no meu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas como saber se nunca tentar?&lt;br /&gt;Esse também é o erro que sempre cometo&lt;br /&gt;Mas cometer erros as vezes faz bem pra que não façamos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o amor como um jogo&lt;br /&gt;Mas um jogo sem leis,sem regras&lt;br /&gt;Um jogo que muitas vezes machuca,fere&lt;br /&gt;Mas que ao contrário do que dizem não mata&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca morri!&lt;br /&gt;Não é o amor que mata&lt;br /&gt;Somos nós (Seres Humanos ) que nos matamos por amor...&lt;br /&gt;O que nós (Seres Humanos )&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; entendemos é que amor é pra viver,curtir&lt;br /&gt;Amor é pra amar e amar não significa matar ou morrer,amar é viver&lt;br /&gt;Por isso vivo pra amar ou por amor&lt;br /&gt;Quem disse que tudo tenha amor tem que ser seguido de dor ou horror?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Há&lt;/span&gt; quem diga que o amor é uma flor roxa,que só nasce no coração dos trouxas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Poxa&lt;/span&gt;,quem inventou isso realmente é um trouxa&lt;br /&gt;Se ele(a) nunca amou ou acha o amor uma bobagem é porque já sentiu esse sentimento chamado amor&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca amou?&lt;br /&gt;Eu não conheço essa pessoa que diz que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nuuuunca&lt;/span&gt; amou na vida&lt;br /&gt;E eu não digo amor entre casais somente,digo amor em si&lt;br /&gt;Gente todos amam ou já amaram na vida&lt;br /&gt;Eu já amei tantas vezes e gosto tanto de amar&lt;br /&gt;Amar me faz um bem tão grande&lt;br /&gt;Seja por um animal,amigo,namorado ou parente&lt;br /&gt;Se todos fossem capaz de assumir o amor que sentem talvez o mundo onde vivemos não fosse tão podre sentimentalmente&lt;br /&gt;Quando não tiver o que fazer tente colocar seu amor em pratica&lt;br /&gt;Amar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; mata &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar faz bem!&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Beatriz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Amancio&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-2651298881639493537?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' 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procuro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas quero achar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sofro de um mau &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chamado&lt;/span&gt; solidão &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que mesmo em meio a multidão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me corrói,me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;destrói&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;boteco&lt;/span&gt; em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;boteco&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entre um gole e outro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As vezes num piscar de &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;olhos encontro quem me cure essa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;solidão&lt;/span&gt; ( mesmo que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;momentânea&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; se tem oportunidades&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu crio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; Talvez se entre uma semana e outra &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A saudade aparecer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu a mato&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E quando meu desejo surgir &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu o sacio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;boteco&lt;/span&gt; em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;boteco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entre um gole e outro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Costumo ouvir que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; é vida pra mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas fazer o que se sou assim?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt; quero essa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mesmice&lt;/span&gt; pra mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosto de fugir do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;padrão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quebrar regras &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Superar metas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt; quero e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; gosto de fazer o que os outros fazem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por que é tudo muito normal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosto de viver louca assim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isso sim é vida pra mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;boteco&lt;/span&gt; em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;boteco&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entre um gole e outro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Volto ao meu passado mais recente &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Onde&lt;/span&gt; eu queria caminhar,seguir em frente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas pra onde ir?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu lugar é aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E se mesmo assim de mim falarem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt; ligarei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois tudo que faço,eu sei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que se eu errar,foi eu que procurei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas me deixe tomar mais um copo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E chegar em casa e adormecer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um dia a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;solidão&lt;/span&gt; cessa ao amanhecer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me deixem viver assim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Ninguém&lt;/span&gt; espera nada mesmo de mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando eu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;quiser&lt;/span&gt; para eu paro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E pego um atalho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Essa estrada é muito longa e dolorosa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E essa solidão é peso em minhas costas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por enquanto só quero um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;boneco&lt;/span&gt; pra beber&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E enquanto a coragem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; aparecer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me de mais um gole&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra eu chegar em casa &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E adormecer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;( Beatriz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Amancio&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-8549826874848878673?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/8549826874848878673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-7276421999530266490</id><published>2009-03-04T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:45:53.595-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Quando não há mais nada a fazer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O melhor é seguir em frente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem olhar pra tráz e sem se arrepender do que fez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E sim do que nao se foi feito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando a vida lhe mostrar caminhos diferentes a serem seguidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nao recuse , nao esite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siga, tente, erre, acerte, some, diminua tambem quando for preciso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois ao contrário do que dizem,nem sempre diminuir é sinonimo de perder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nao deixe de lutar pelo que quer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pensando nos pensamentos dos outros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pensamentos são diferentes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os meus nunca serão como os seus &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o dos outros nunca será igual ao meu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou de quem quer que seja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seguir nossos objetivos é um ato de força e coragem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se essa força e essa coragem lhe falta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procure dentro de ti um alguém ou alguma coisa que lhe faça acreditar que a vida é boa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que nem todos tiveram o direito de ter uma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alguns nem mesmo chegaram a nascer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E você ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você ta aqui,ta vivo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quer mais oque?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-7276421999530266490?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/7276421999530266490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/03/quando-nao-ha-mais-nada-fazer-o-melhor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/7276421999530266490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/7276421999530266490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/03/quando-nao-ha-mais-nada-fazer-o-melhor.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-3049049612068956228</id><published>2009-01-27T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:39:47.016-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sofrimento'/><title type='text'>Eu sinto que não mais me sinto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto que tenho mil motivos pra ser assim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto que perdi meu primeiro amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E sinto que meu segundo já se perdeu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou está se perdendo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto que já não me basto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto que me perdi num longo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E complicado caminho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto que ser rebelde &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É uma casca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto que sorriso é sempre uma fantasia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto que perdi todas as esperanças&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo sabendo que ela é a última a ir embora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto que estou morrendo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E essa morte é lenta e dolorosa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto que sol ou chuva&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já não fazem mais diferenças&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se não tenho com quem compartilha-los&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto um tal vazio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um tal desanimo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto muito frio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E sinto que meu amor ta tão perto de mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas não me sente,não me aquece,não me quer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto que perdi o controle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto que o chão sumiu sobre meus pés&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto que isso já está se acabando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto que a estrada já se fechou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto que o encanto de mim mesma já acabou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto que esses poemas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estão se tornando uma cruz pesada de carregar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto que agora estou no fim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na verdade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu sinto que não mais me sinto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Beatriz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Amancio&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-3049049612068956228?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/3049049612068956228/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-8479047453213299403</id><published>2009-01-27T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:55:45.870-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Simplesmente amar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No amor não existe regras&lt;br /&gt;Basta amar&lt;br /&gt;Amar sem regras&lt;br /&gt;Sem metas&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente amar&lt;br /&gt;Amar de qualquer jeito&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que achem um horror&lt;br /&gt;Ame sem medo&lt;br /&gt;Ame sem pudor&lt;br /&gt;Se lance no amor&lt;br /&gt;Infelicidade não é sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Por um amor perdido&lt;br /&gt;Infelicidade é nunca&lt;br /&gt;Ter amado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Beatriz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Amancio&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-8479047453213299403?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/8479047453213299403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/simplesmente-amar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/8479047453213299403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/8479047453213299403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/simplesmente-amar.html' title='Simplesmente amar'/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-8166016120419923857</id><published>2009-01-12T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:56:50.450-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade'/><title type='text'>Seu nome é amigo amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Por tempos esteve do meu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Mas com o passar do tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Foi que eu o percebi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Nem sei como isso começou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Só sei que agora estamos sempre juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;E somos um só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Mesmo quando estamos separados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Demorei pra saber &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;O que você significava em minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;E qual nome lhe daria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Mas hoje sei que você é mais que um amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;E seu nome é "Amigo Amor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Nunca estamos só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Por que temos um ao outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Um beijo,um abraço ou um sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;É sempre dado com carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Agradeço Aquele Cara lá de cima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Por ter colocado você em meu caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Não sei o que seria de mim sem você,meu querido amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Quem tem uma amizade como a nossa nunca está só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Por que tem sempre um ao outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Serei eternamente grata a ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Pelas lágrimas que já secou em minha face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;E pelas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;risadas&lt;/span&gt; que já me fez dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Sou uma mulher feliz da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;E posso com o mundo compartilhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Pois uma amizade assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;É difícil de se encontrar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Beatriz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Amancio&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-8166016120419923857?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/8166016120419923857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/seu-nome-amigo-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/8166016120419923857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/8166016120419923857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/seu-nome-amigo-amor.html' title='Seu nome é amigo amor'/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-761826845026435472</id><published>2009-01-12T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:56:20.062-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Será que você é o amor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; no mesmo lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Nada em mim mudou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Gostaria de saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Por onde foi que você andou ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Se alguém já arrumou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ou se na vida &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;relaxou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;As vezes penso que você &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nunca&lt;/span&gt; existiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ou que é um sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;De repente até mesmo um pesadelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Você pra mim é um mito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Uma lenda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ou algo parecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tenho medo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ao&lt;/span&gt; mesmo tempo curiosidade de conhece-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tenho pressa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mas também tenho calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tenho problemas pra te encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mas acho que você vive me rondando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Quando penso que te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;encontrei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Algo te tira de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Quando pendo que te achei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tudo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; passa de ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;São sentimentos enganosos que habitam no coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Será que você é um sentimento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Um carinho?Ou uma dor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Para muitos você já apareceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mais de mim muitas vezes se escondeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tenho &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sençassão&lt;/span&gt; de horror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Será que você é o amor ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Beatriz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Amancio&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-761826845026435472?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/761826845026435472/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/ser-que-voc-o-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/761826845026435472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/761826845026435472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/ser-que-voc-o-amor.html' title='Será que você é o amor?'/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-6910726476417744959</id><published>2009-01-12T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:57:30.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Quero viver um romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quero viver um romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Igual aqueles dos contos de fadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Um daqueles de novela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ou um das telas de cinema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quero viver um romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Que me embale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Que me tire o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fôlego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Que me faça voar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Que me leve ao céu na hora de mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quero um romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Que me pegue nos braços na beira do mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Que segure em minhas mãos pra caminhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Que ilumine meu despertar com seu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;E que me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ascenda&lt;/span&gt; com seu tocar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quero um romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Por doze meses no ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Por quatro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;semanas&lt;/span&gt; por mês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Por sete dias na semana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quero um romance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;De &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;segunda&lt;/span&gt; á sexta-feira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quero um romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pra minha vida inteira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Beatriz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Amancio&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-6910726476417744959?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/6910726476417744959/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/quero-viver-um-romance_12.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/6910726476417744959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/6910726476417744959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/quero-viver-um-romance_12.html' title='Quero viver um romance'/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-4465433034744931926</id><published>2009-01-12T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:36:54.996-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solidão'/><title type='text'>Você foi meu mais antigo caso de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você foi meu mais antigo caso de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;E deixou em meu coração sequelas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;incomparáveis&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inexplicáveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Eras meu melhor amante nos momentos de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;carência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;E meu refúgio na solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pensei que sempre voltaria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pros&lt;/span&gt; meus braços&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nas noites de frio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Ou nos dias &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ensolarados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas não aconteceu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah! Como pode?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje me encontro aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rabiscando uma folha de papel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dando &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;importância&lt;/span&gt; a uma coisa que antes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nada pra mim significava&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;difícil&lt;/span&gt; pra mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Dizer que sinto sua falta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas é pior ainda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viver na solidão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Beatriz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Amancio&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-4465433034744931926?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/4465433034744931926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/voc-foi-meu-mais-antigo-caso-de-amor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/4465433034744931926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/4465433034744931926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/voc-foi-meu-mais-antigo-caso-de-amor.html' title='Você foi meu mais antigo caso de amor'/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-5307329451649738887</id><published>2009-01-05T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:58:20.326-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sofrimento'/><title type='text'>Vou sentir falta de te amar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você foi o melhor dos amores&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O pior dos amores...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A você tomei consiência da minha nessecidade (ou desejo?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De compartilhar a vida com alguém especial&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você me levou a reavaliar ( eu precisava,mas não sabia!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meus padrões de comportamento &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minha forma de me relacionar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E tantos aspectos meus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mudei de atitude e cresci&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje,estou mais atenta para os outros&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estou mais ligada aos meus próprios sentimentos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Às coisas,às pessoas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;À vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O amor seja ele por quem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou pelo que for é sempre amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O objeto não muda a emoção&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas muitas vezes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A emoção muda o objeto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou sentir falta de te amar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou sentir falta do aconchego do teu abraço&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou sentir falta da solidão ao esperar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teus telefonemas que "nunca" vinham&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou sentir falta da alegria das tuas chegadas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E da dor das sua partidas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E, daqui a algum tempo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou sentir falta de sentir falta de te amar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esquecer é dificil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas lembrar é pior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E depois de tempos mais uma manhã de uma nova vida sem você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E daí?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outros virão,melhores e mais meus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E até lá fico comigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como tratei bem de você, gosto mais de mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Também sei que depois da noite sempre vem o Sol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sou durona &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sou auto-suficiente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E não to louca para estar procurando psiquiatra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas me bate uma tal tristeza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto um tal desânimo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sair da cama é sempre um ato de heroísmo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vida parece um longo túnel escuro e sem saída&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas deixa estar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu posso me virar sozinha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Beatriz Amancio)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-5307329451649738887?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/5307329451649738887/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/vou-sentir-falta-de-te-amar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/5307329451649738887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/5307329451649738887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/vou-sentir-falta-de-te-amar.html' title='Vou sentir falta de te amar'/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-2640582926207145512</id><published>2009-01-05T13:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:36:54.996-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solidão'/><title type='text'>Amar e ser feliz me consome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Mais uma vez to seguindo em frente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não te culpo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por que a esperança &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não foi você que me deu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi eu que alimentei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas não me culpe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sofro de uma doença grave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chamada esceço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei fazer nada pela metade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei desistir sem antes tentar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E não sei fugir quando o assunto é amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei cumprir promessas quando me apaixono&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E nem sei seguir em frente se não for por amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to meia sem tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to tentando achar a soma perfeita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amor + Felicidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não to esuqcendo de ninguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E nem fugindo dos problemas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;só to pensando um pouco mais em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amar e ser feliz me consome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;( Beatriz Amancio)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-2640582926207145512?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/2640582926207145512/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/amar-e-ser-feliz-me-consome_05.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/2640582926207145512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/2640582926207145512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/amar-e-ser-feliz-me-consome_05.html' title='Amar e ser feliz me consome'/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-8678355862896235698</id><published>2009-01-05T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:39:47.016-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sofrimento'/><title type='text'>Minha obra de arte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra te amar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu te desenhei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;na verdade te pintei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas não era uma pintura qualquer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Era como a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Monaliza&lt;/span&gt; de Da Vinci&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou como as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ninféias&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Monet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Realmente pinturas perfeitas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;assim como o que eu sentia por você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No dia em que cheguei em nossa casa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E essas pinturas tão belas e perfeitas se borraram&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu mundo caiu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu amor desandou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como pôde ter manchado essas pinturas?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elas representavam nosso amor!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas que amor fraco era esse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que não suportou uma simples chuva?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que amor é esse que machuca,que faz sofrer?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E essa dor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A dor da decepção ,da mágoa e da angustia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É só minha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou eu que estou merecendo passa-la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas dói tanto! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não passa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Será que conseguirei restaurar minhas pinturas,minhas obras de arte?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Penso que fiz errado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu deveria ter seguido os exemplos dos grandes mestres&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E ter pintado pessoas,paisagens e não sentimentos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez se fosse a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Monaliza&lt;/span&gt; de Da Vinci&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ninféias&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Monet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu conseguiria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;restaurá&lt;/span&gt;-las&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas desenhei você com toda perfeição&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coisa que jamais poderei fazer novamente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois você está bem longe do meu padrão de perfeição&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Beatriz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Amancio&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-8678355862896235698?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/8678355862896235698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/amar-e-ser-feliz-me-consome.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/8678355862896235698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/8678355862896235698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/amar-e-ser-feliz-me-consome.html' title='Minha obra de arte'/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-7444038147209891000</id><published>2009-01-05T12:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:58:54.171-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudade'/><title type='text'>A saudade que consola</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te espero a tempos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A saudade me consola&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois se ainda sinto saudade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É por que ainda existe amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muitas vezes a saudade é um castigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com tudo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ainda carrego você comigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sei quando volta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sei pra onde foi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas a esperança &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tem me feito viver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peço que não me tire ela&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem ela posso morrer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peço que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;venha&lt;/span&gt; pra me amar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caso contrário permaneça onde está&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Essa saudade que me machuca &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É a mesma que me consola&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E pra suprir essa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ausência&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que pra mim é um imenso castigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por enquanto que você não vem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A saudade fica aqui comigo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Beatriz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Amancio&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-7444038147209891000?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/7444038147209891000/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/httpimages.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/7444038147209891000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/7444038147209891000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/httpimages.html' title='A saudade que consola'/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-884322106625845166</id><published>2009-01-05T12:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:54:27.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>É tempo de renascer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um dia tudo isso passa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo isso muda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assim como as noites&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que antes eram curtas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E que hoje são enormes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;m como um maravilhoso dia ensolarado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que hoje é tempestade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assim como o amor que era um cristal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas que hoje se quebrou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem me dera que eu pudesse o colar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remendaria-o todo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Juntaria caco por caco&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Der repente&lt;/span&gt; poderia dar certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou o remendo descolaria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assim como a esperança&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que é a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;última&lt;/span&gt; que morre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enquanto houver amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É tempo de renascer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Beatriz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Amancio&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-884322106625845166?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/884322106625845166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/tempo-de-renascer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/884322106625845166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/884322106625845166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/tempo-de-renascer.html' title='É tempo de renascer'/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-3435238268736792329</id><published>2009-01-05T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:55:19.679-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sofrimento'/><title type='text'>Se eu não mais existir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se eu não mais exitir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você se perguntará:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por que ela se foi ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E um amigo meu mais chegado lhe responderá:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por amor!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;por amor ela lutou,sofreu e chorou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Até que o coração não mais aguentou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a levou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Derrepente,você pense quem foi esse alguém que não me quiz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E novamente perguntará: Quem foi esse alguém?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;logo a resposta virá de dentro de você : Fui eu!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas não pense que morri por culpa sua &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Morri por não mais aguentar o sofrimento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E se uma lágrima em seu rosto rolar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde eu estiver,virei secá-la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois posso ter partido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas onde estiver,não deixarei de ama-lo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Beatriz Amancio)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-3435238268736792329?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/3435238268736792329/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/se-eu-no-mais-existir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/3435238268736792329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/3435238268736792329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/se-eu-no-mais-existir.html' title='Se eu não mais existir'/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-3724054543321895413</id><published>2009-01-05T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:53:36.747-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudade'/><title type='text'>Por essas estradas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que pena que você não está aqui comigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fazendo de mim a pessoa mais feliz do mundo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só pelo fato de estar envolvida em seus braços&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E ouvindo sua voz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquela &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;voizinha&lt;/span&gt; que me deixava embaraçada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E com um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;friozinho&lt;/span&gt; na barriga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por que não está ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por que me abandonou ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por favor,responda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; não foi porque &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;quis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E sim por que precisou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Diga&lt;/span&gt; olhando nos meus olhos que eu jamais te perdoarei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fala pra mim que sou eu dona do seu coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fala com essa boca que um dia beijou a minha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com toda delicadeza que um beija-flor beija uma flor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olha pra mim e diga que nossa história&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foi tão bela quanto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; sinto por você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas, se uma lágrima descer ao meu rosto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Molhando meu sorriso,não se assuste&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois é medo de ser mentira&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guarde nossas lembranças,não me esqueça&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas não esqueça também de ser feliz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não se prenda ao passado, ou melhor, a mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só lembre-se que um dia você conheceu uma menina especial&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas agora tem de esquecer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não queria te perder,mas fazer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;o que&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É o nosso destino,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;o que&lt;/span&gt; eu vou fazer?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem sabe nossas vidas se cruze &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por essas estradas da escola da vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Beatriz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Amancio&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-3724054543321895413?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/3724054543321895413/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/por-essas-estradas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/3724054543321895413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/3724054543321895413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/por-essas-estradas.html' title='Por essas estradas'/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-2687679961079297423</id><published>2009-01-05T11:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:36:54.996-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solidão'/><title type='text'>Enquanto tive você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enquanto tive você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu amei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu mudei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me guardei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu lutei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agora que já não te tenho mais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu me desanimei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me deixei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me magoei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E me matei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Antes nada com você era tudo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E hoje tudo sem você é nada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu remédio tem sido o tempo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A cada novo dia eu nasço &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É um castigo levantar da cama sem esperança&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ter na cabeça você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E carregar no coração a saudade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Beatriz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Amancio&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-2687679961079297423?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/2687679961079297423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/enquanto-tive-voc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/2687679961079297423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/2687679961079297423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/enquanto-tive-voc.html' title='Enquanto tive você'/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-5907666629540629464</id><published>2009-01-04T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:39:47.016-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sofrimento'/><title type='text'>Minha carta de despedida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se eu fosse lhe escrever uma carta de despedida,ela começaria assim:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olá, não começo esta carta lhe chamando de meu amor,porque &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; não acreditaria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não estou me despedindo por que vou embora,mas me despeço por que decidi de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;uma vez&lt;/span&gt; por todas abandonar esse sentimento que tanto me faz mau.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por diversas vezes fiz tudo errado e não pretendo mais insistir;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Religiosamente&lt;/span&gt;,fiz um ritual para jogar tudo que me fazia lembrar você fora,por &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;inúmeras&lt;/span&gt; vezes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas não adiantou.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho convivido com &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; lado á lado,mas só pra me magoar,durante meses,você tenta não me reparar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;exactamente&lt;/span&gt; tudo que não gosta,de tudo que não quer e entre essas coisas se inclui eu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entre tudo que pra você não presta, estou eu envolvida , tento não me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;martirizar&lt;/span&gt;, me faço de forte, mas só eu sei o que sinto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enfim , como tudo que faço é errado e imoral, decidi deixar-te em paz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um abraço seria bom nessas horas , mas só me faria sofrer mais ainda , mas por tudo lhe agradeço.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te agradeço pelas caricias trocadas , pelos sorrisos , pelos beijos e até mesmo por não  mais me querer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nesse momento deve estar me achando louca, na verdade, concordo;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se eu não tivesse sofrimento, jamais poderia ter escrito todos os meus poemas feitos pra você.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Beatriz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Amancio&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-5907666629540629464?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/5907666629540629464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/minha-carta-de-despedida.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/5907666629540629464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/5907666629540629464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/minha-carta-de-despedida.html' title='Minha carta de despedida'/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-8420376820569278908</id><published>2009-01-04T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:36:54.997-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solidão'/><title type='text'>Hoje</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não significo mais nada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sou de mais ninguém&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu coração de carne transformou-se em pedra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Voltando ao passado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Encontrei erros e acertos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Romances inesquecíveis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E baladas maravilhosas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Remenchendo&lt;/span&gt; meu passado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encontrei um alguém especial&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas esse passado já se foi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E nesse presente o chão tem sumido sobre meus pés&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo que eu fazia certo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tem saído de controle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje sou embalada &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De relacionamentos maus resolvidos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O fogo já apagou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E as cinzas o vento já carregou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje já não me basto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas ainda hoje preciso de alguém&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje em idas sem sucesso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E em vindas desesperadoras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perdi meu rumo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas ainda hoje permaneço aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E que venham mais sofrimentos e alegrias&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por tudo que já vivi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Posso me virar sozinha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;( Beatriz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Amancio&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-8420376820569278908?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/8420376820569278908/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/hoje.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/8420376820569278908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/8420376820569278908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/hoje.html' title='Hoje'/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-6789210526053782959</id><published>2009-01-04T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:41:59.578-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejo'/><title type='text'>Ah,aquele alguém!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah, aquele alguém que me deixa louca!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquele alguém que me estremece quando me toca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquele alguém me enlouquece ao ouvir a voz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquele alguém que me entristece com suas idas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E me alegra com suas vindas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah, aquele alguém...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquele alguém que quando me toma em seus braços não me pertenço mais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquele alguém que invadiu minha vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquele alguém por quem chorei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquele alguém que eu amei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquele alguém pra quem eu me dei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah,aquele alguém...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquele alguém que no passado eu amei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquele alguém que no presente eu amo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquele alguém que no futuro amarei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esse alguém é sonho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É realidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas se for sonho prefiro não mais acordar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E se for realidade quero viver intensamente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se for desejo quero gozar desse momento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se for loucura não quero que me internem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se esse alguém for vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero viver eternamente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se esse alguém for doença&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Devo estar morrendo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois já estou infectada !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Beatriz Amancio)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-6789210526053782959?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/6789210526053782959/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/ahaquele-algum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/6789210526053782959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/6789210526053782959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/ahaquele-algum.html' title='Ah,aquele alguém!'/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-1277353561954531780</id><published>2009-01-04T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:36:54.997-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solidão'/><title type='text'>Antes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Antes quando eu tinha alguém que me amava&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu me sentia sufocada...presa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem tempo para fazer certas coisas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que eu achava importante&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje em dia que não tenho mais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me sinto sozinha...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Desprezada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E descobri que nada era mais importante do que cuidar desse amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No frio ninguém me aquece&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; E a única coisa que me restou foi saudade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que tem me matado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E solidão tem me acompanhado dia após dia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Durante tempos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Beatriz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Amancio&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-1277353561954531780?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/1277353561954531780/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/antes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/1277353561954531780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/1277353561954531780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/antes.html' title='Antes'/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-181502479348102355</id><published>2009-01-04T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:52:11.376-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejo'/><title type='text'>Menina que te encanta,moleca que te fascina,mulher que te enlouquece</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho pressa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho fome &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho sede&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho fogo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho pressa de viver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho fome e sede de amar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho fogo na alma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu gosto de querer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu quero menos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu quero mais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu quero tudo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou alegre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou triste&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou um sorriso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou uma musica&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou uma dança&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou menina que te encanta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;em baixo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu to em cima&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosto de fama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adoro a vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu toque &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;excita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;moleca&lt;/span&gt; que fascina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosto quando o corpo amolece&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando a perna desobedece&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando de tudo esquece&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando o nervo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;estremece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou mulher que enlouquece&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Beatriz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Amancio&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-181502479348102355?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/181502479348102355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/menina-que-te-encantamoleca-que-te.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/181502479348102355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/181502479348102355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/menina-que-te-encantamoleca-que-te.html' title='Menina que te encanta,moleca que te fascina,mulher que te enlouquece'/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-61455615222950660</id><published>2009-01-04T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:39:47.017-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sofrimento'/><title type='text'>Você só me ensinou a te amar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo a minha volta parece ter sumido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por instantes tudo mudou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por um segundo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo se foi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por horas tudo acabou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Me devolve minha vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Traz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;de volta&lt;/span&gt; minha alegria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Devolva minha vontade de viver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As vezes parece que vou morrer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu corpo tão carente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E minha cama tão vazia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jamais poderia imaginar que você um dia partiria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coração sofrido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noites frias&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Madrugadas sem destino&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem você aqui faz frio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Traz de volta o que você tirou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Traz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;de volta&lt;/span&gt; o que você me ensinou a amar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem de vez,pra que dessa vez não possa mais voltar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem você vou me matar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você não me ensinou a viver sem você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você só me ensinou a te amar,te amar e te amar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Beatriz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Amancio&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-61455615222950660?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/61455615222950660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/voc-s-me-ensinou-te-amar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-3884020957154409011</id><published>2009-01-04T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T15:01:25.455-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosto de carinho;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosto de viver;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou uma menina com fome de aprender&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosto de tudo e ao mesmo tempo gosto de nada;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou indecisa,mas muitas vezes decidida ;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amo tudo que me rodeia e faço tudo que me agrada;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando uma coisa não sai do jeito que quero jogo fora;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sou de guardar o que me faz mau.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero uma noite de chuva;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero uma tarde ensolarada;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero um dia de calor;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou uma adolescente com fome de amor;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amo carinho;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amo viver;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adoro um bom beijo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou uma mulher com fome de desejo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Beatriz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Amancio&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/5877338356583960568-3884020957154409011?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/3884020957154409011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/gosto-de-carinho-gosto-de-viver-sou-uma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/3884020957154409011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Aprendi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aprendi que de nada adianta ser &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rodeada&lt;/span&gt; de pessoas,se nenhuma delas é minha amiga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aprendi que ser &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Durão&lt;/span&gt; é uma casca para aqueles que tem medo se sofrer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aprendi que rir pra todos nem sempre é ser simpático&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aprendi a respeitar meus limites pra não me arrepender no dia seguinte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aprendi que na vida é preciso amar pra saber o que uma pessoa sente quando ama agente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aprendi a lutar pra conseguir o que quero&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aprendi a desistir quando o que quero não vale a pena&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aprendi a sofrer por quem merece&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aprendi a pisar em quem me pisou...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Admito que pra aprender tudo isso,foi preciso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amar,sofrer,lutar,magoar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais tudo isso valeu á pena;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje em dia conheço a cada um que me rodeia e ninguém passa por mim se eu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;quiser&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Graças aos que me fizeram mal sou mais forte,enfim;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estou de pé...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para o azar deles eu ainda estou viva.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Beatriz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Amancio&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-4528274225151351813?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/4528274225151351813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/aprendi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/4528274225151351813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/4528274225151351813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/aprendi.html' title='Aprendi...'/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-8584864037815193993</id><published>2009-01-04T13:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T15:00:55.969-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos...'/><title type='text'>Ninguém é dono da sua felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ninguém é dono da sua felicidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por isso não entregue sua alegria, paz e vida nas mãos de ninguém&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Absolutamente ninguém.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somos livres&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não pertencemos a ninguém&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E não podemos querer ser donos dos desejos,da vontade e dos sonhos de quem quer que seja.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A razão da sua vida é você &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mesmo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sua paz interior é a sua meta de vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando sentir um vazio na alma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando acreditar que ainda ta faltando algo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo tendo tudo,remeta seu pensamento para os seus desejos mais íntimos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E busque a divindade que existe em você.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Beatriz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Amancio&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-8584864037815193993?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/8584864037815193993/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/httplh4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/8584864037815193993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/8584864037815193993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/httplh4.html' title='Ninguém é dono da sua felicidade'/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-821444218981189448</id><published>2009-01-02T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T15:00:55.969-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos...'/><title type='text'>Escrevo o que tenho na alma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ESCREVO O QUE TENHO NA ALMA: SE ESTOU TRISTE,ESCREVO;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SE ME SINTO FELIZ,ESCREVO;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SE AMO,ESCREVO;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ESCREVO A QUALQUER HORA,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A QUALQUER MOMENTO QUE ME VENHA A INSPIRAÇÃO...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SE É BOA, OU É UMA PORCARIA A MINHA POESIA,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; NÃO SEI DIZER;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MAS. DE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UMA COISA&lt;/span&gt; EU TENHO ABSOLUTA CERTEZA...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ADORO ESCREVER!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;VOCÊ&lt;/span&gt; VAI GOSTAR OU NÃO DE LER,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TAMBÉM NÃO POSSO DIZER;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DE MAIS UMA COISA EU TENHO A CERTEZA...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NÃO ESCREVO PARA LHE AGRADAR...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ESCREVO PARA DESABAFAR...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;POR FAVOR,NÃO SE CHATEIE AO LER ESSAS MINHAS PALAVRAS...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MANTENHA A CALMA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ENTENDA...ESCREVO O QUE TENHO NA ALMA...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;(Beatriz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Amancio&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-821444218981189448?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/821444218981189448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/escrevo-o-que-tenho-na-alma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/821444218981189448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/821444218981189448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/escrevo-o-que-tenho-na-alma.html' title='Escrevo o que tenho na alma'/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877338356583960568.post-3234499121683091559</id><published>2009-01-02T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:40:41.326-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Eu sou o amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Não sei amar pela metade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Não sei gostar pela metade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Não sei fingirSou feita de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Amo amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Amo ser amada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Vivo de amores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Não sou nada sem amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Seja de parentes,namorado,amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Mas tenho essa necessidade de amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Tudo se torna novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;E por mais que existam noites de desespero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;A felicidade vem em dobro no dia seguinte;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Por mais que a vida seja amarga algumas vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Por ela tenho total loucura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Não quero morrer por morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Só isso não basta pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Preciso morrer de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ou por amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Como os grandes poétas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Loucos,amantes e infelizes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;E derrepente mesmo assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt; Continuaria amando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Amor me alimenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Amor sou eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt; Eu sou o amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Beatriz Amancio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877338356583960568-3234499121683091559?l=beatrizamancio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/feeds/3234499121683091559/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/eu-sou-o-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/3234499121683091559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877338356583960568/posts/default/3234499121683091559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizamancio.blogspot.com/2009/01/eu-sou-o-amor.html' title='Eu sou o amor'/><author><name>♥ºº ੴBeatriz Amancio ੴ•ºº♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13371099681621498234</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/_d6crCmE8UoM/ScgbP9t26OI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nq9RTJ4_7Y0/S220/ATgAAABek-VajwV6-JsJHE0cY1_CngCL0Ddpj_oly0lQTSx8_4uET-Pa9UnADQoGa_lm7hSmihrUMKsYX4wS06WeIwltAJtU9VCq_qW943w7E8Xz4DlYCY0edr9bUQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
