<?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-8761699910284286513</id><updated>2011-08-01T22:43:49.066-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in Wonderland</title><subtitle type='html'>Aqui, de início, era apenas um blog onde eu postava decepções e nada mais! Não quero mais que leiam decepções apenas, mas também coisas positivas que elas trazem.Isso para que jamais percamos a esperança e a vontade de viver!
Escrevo não só pra exposição, escrevo pra mim mesma, escrevo pra Deus! Escrevo pra eternizar os meus pensamentos, o meu aprendizado, a minha evolução...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtagloom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8761699910284286513/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtagloom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Srta Gloom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895508950430900011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/SdadJygbIMI/AAAAAAAAABs/hLlNgA42v-E/S220/bonecA.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761699910284286513.post-4590872430981424098</id><published>2010-08-23T15:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T15:12:51.994-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Within Temptation - Utopia</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/gHCGauJmF4E/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gHCGauJmF4E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gHCGauJmF4E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8761699910284286513-4590872430981424098?l=srtagloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtagloom.blogspot.com/feeds/4590872430981424098/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8761699910284286513&amp;postID=4590872430981424098' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8761699910284286513/posts/default/4590872430981424098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8761699910284286513/posts/default/4590872430981424098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtagloom.blogspot.com/2010/08/within-temptation-utopia.html' title='Within Temptation - Utopia'/><author><name>Srta Gloom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895508950430900011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/SdadJygbIMI/AAAAAAAAABs/hLlNgA42v-E/S220/bonecA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761699910284286513.post-4132016781345024260</id><published>2010-08-23T15:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T15:03:52.749-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/THK3_F092OI/AAAAAAAAAHU/YVqkb9qKfow/s1600/solidao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/THK3_F092OI/AAAAAAAAAHU/YVqkb9qKfow/s320/solidao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quase posso ver esse sonho que estou sonhando.&lt;br /&gt;Mas tem uma voz dentro da minha cabeça dizendo que nunca irei alcançá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;A cada passo que estou dando, cada movimento que faço parece não ter sentido...&lt;br /&gt;Minha fé está abalada, porém tenho que continuar tentando...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que me manter forte!&lt;br /&gt;Sempre haverá uma outra montanha, um outro obstáculo.&lt;br /&gt;E eu sempre irei querer movê-lo.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre será uma batalha difícil e às vezes eu terei que perder...&lt;br /&gt;Não se trata do quão rápido eu chegarei ao topo, não se trata do que está me esperando do outro lado...&lt;br /&gt;É a subida!&lt;br /&gt;As lutas que estou enfrentando, que somente eu sei, as oportunidades que estou tendo às vezes podem me derrubar. Mas isso não quer dizer que eu esteja caindo num abismo, num poço sem fundo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso até não saber disto mas esses serão momentos que jamais sairão da minha memória.&lt;br /&gt;Eu só tenho que continuar subindo...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que ser forte e continuar prosseguindo...&lt;br /&gt;Correndo atrás dos meus sonhos...&lt;br /&gt;Mantendo minha fé....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8761699910284286513-4132016781345024260?l=srtagloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtagloom.blogspot.com/feeds/4132016781345024260/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8761699910284286513&amp;postID=4132016781345024260' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8761699910284286513/posts/default/4132016781345024260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8761699910284286513/posts/default/4132016781345024260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtagloom.blogspot.com/2010/08/motivacao.html' title='Motivação'/><author><name>Srta Gloom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895508950430900011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/SdadJygbIMI/AAAAAAAAABs/hLlNgA42v-E/S220/bonecA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/THK3_F092OI/AAAAAAAAAHU/YVqkb9qKfow/s72-c/solidao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761699910284286513.post-7545452281939939356</id><published>2010-08-23T14:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T14:32:14.124-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aniversário</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Vinte e seis anos de vida acumulados hoje, dia 23 de agosto. Nos últimos 4 anos da minha vida aniversário tem sido uma data digamos que "melancólia". Fazemos a recapitulação do ano que se passou. As conquistas, as decepções, os novos amigos, os amores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Entra aniversário e sai aniversário é sempre assim, mistura de sensações, nostalgia, o envelhecimento ( ou amadurecimento), saber o que a vida nos reserva, como estaremos no nosso próximo aniversário (se ele vai acontecer), revisando os planos, aprimorando-os ou mesmo bagunçando mais ainda, a solidão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Ah a solidão dessa data parece ser mais sufocante, mais intensa, "estrangulante"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Continuo com meus planos, sonhos...Sei que sou mais forte do que penso!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Sei que tudo acontece no seu devido tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Sei que a paciência é uma virtude divina...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Sei que a insistência é uma das melhores armas contra o sentimento de derrota...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Sei de tanta coisa, tanta coisa, mas não sei porque msm sabendo de todas essas coisas, mesmo sabendo que muitas pessoas me querem bem, eu ainda sou infeliz. Ainda sinto que falta alguma coisa, só uma coisinha pra me fazer feliz. E a minha busca é essa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8761699910284286513-7545452281939939356?l=srtagloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtagloom.blogspot.com/feeds/7545452281939939356/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8761699910284286513&amp;postID=7545452281939939356' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8761699910284286513/posts/default/7545452281939939356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8761699910284286513/posts/default/7545452281939939356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtagloom.blogspot.com/2010/08/aniversario.html' title='Aniversário'/><author><name>Srta Gloom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895508950430900011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/SdadJygbIMI/AAAAAAAAABs/hLlNgA42v-E/S220/bonecA.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761699910284286513.post-6895991822436090680</id><published>2010-08-08T17:51:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T23:51:16.405-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in "sadnessland"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/TG2TOXm6IBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/leZDx48Ms5g/s1600/night5-735917.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507219794408644626" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/TG2TOXm6IBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/leZDx48Ms5g/s320/night5-735917.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 197px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Não queria mais postar sentimentos tristes, mas preciso, eu preciso desabafar...&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia que passa, menos sou dona de mim mesma e vejo meus sonhos e planos me escapar sem que eu possa fazer algo para impedir.&lt;br /&gt;Como grãos de areia em uma tempestade de ventania, eles vão embora deixando rastos de tristeza e d&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;esilusão em mim...&lt;br /&gt;Já não me encontro mais, apenas sobrevivo a cada dia, sabendo que amanhã pode ser igual ou pior do que o hoje... &lt;br /&gt;Não sei se há mais esperanças, &lt;br /&gt;não sei se há mais sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que o vazio dentro de mim tem se tornado como um “buraco negro” que engole tudo que vê pela frente restando apenas nada mais nada menos que o mais puro vácuo na minha existência...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8761699910284286513-6895991822436090680?l=srtagloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtagloom.blogspot.com/feeds/6895991822436090680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8761699910284286513&amp;postID=6895991822436090680' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8761699910284286513/posts/default/6895991822436090680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8761699910284286513/posts/default/6895991822436090680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtagloom.blogspot.com/2010/08/living-in-sadnessland.html' title='Living in &quot;sadnessland&quot;'/><author><name>Srta Gloom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895508950430900011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/SdadJygbIMI/AAAAAAAAABs/hLlNgA42v-E/S220/bonecA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/TG2TOXm6IBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/leZDx48Ms5g/s72-c/night5-735917.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761699910284286513.post-3369803320770754511</id><published>2010-05-13T13:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T13:38:21.490-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia 13 de maio - Dia de Nossa Senhora de Fátima</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/S-wq9EMmwsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/wkTLH_RcqpM/s1600/NossaSradeFatima5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/S-wq9EMmwsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/wkTLH_RcqpM/s320/NossaSradeFatima5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470794875935310530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Hoje é um dia mtoooooooooooooooooooooo feliz: é o dia da nossa mãezinha de Fátima!!!Minha santinha linda e imaculada de devoção! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;E em homenagem à ELA lá vai uma oração:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Santíssima Virgem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;que nos montes de Fátima vos dignastes revelar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;aos três pastorinhos os tesouros de graças &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;que podemos alcançar, rezando o Santo Rosário,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;ajudai-nos a apreciar sempre mais esta santa oração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;a fim de que, meditando os mistérios da nossa redenção,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;alcancemos as graças que insistentemente vos pedimos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Maria Santíssima, volvei vossos olhos misericordiosos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;para este mundo tão necessitado de Paz, de Saúde e Justiça. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Vinde em nosso auxílio, Mãe dos Aflitos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;e Socorrei-nos com Vosso Amor e Piedade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Nossa Senhora do Rosário de Fátima, rogai por nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/8761699910284286513-3369803320770754511?l=srtagloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtagloom.blogspot.com/feeds/3369803320770754511/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8761699910284286513&amp;postID=3369803320770754511' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8761699910284286513/posts/default/3369803320770754511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8761699910284286513/posts/default/3369803320770754511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtagloom.blogspot.com/2010/05/dia-13-de-maio-dia-de-nossa-senhora-de.html' title='Dia 13 de maio - Dia de Nossa Senhora de Fátima'/><author><name>Srta Gloom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895508950430900011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/SdadJygbIMI/AAAAAAAAABs/hLlNgA42v-E/S220/bonecA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/S-wq9EMmwsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/wkTLH_RcqpM/s72-c/NossaSradeFatima5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761699910284286513.post-3580612159257668951</id><published>2010-05-04T20:31:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T20:45:19.610-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh o AMOR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/S-CxcENBjnI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ntH6kc7VWkQ/s1600/coracao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/S-CxcENBjnI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ntH6kc7VWkQ/s320/coracao.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467565043350605426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 17px; font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;tab-stops:90.75pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height: 115%;  font-family:'French Script MT';font-size:24pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Essa história fala de um sentimento: o amor. Amor, o que seria isso? ah, vai saber. Quando compartilhado com um amigo, lhe faz acreditar que existem pessoas boas no mundo e, que elas também querem seu bem, você pode confiar. Quando compartilhado com um pai, lhe deixa a idéia de um filme de super-heróis, onde seu super-pai pode lhe salvar de qualquer situação. Quando compartilhado com uma mãe, você se sente protegido(a) de tudo e de todos, seus medos somem. Quando compartilhado com um(a) namorado(a), aah.. aí sim, ele fica totalmente sem uma definição. Faz suas pernas tremerem, suas mãos suarem, seu coração não se decide em parar ou disparar. Seja lá com quem for compartilhado, o amor é fundamental. Ame, ame sempre. Ame seus pais, ame a si mesmo, ame seus amigos, ame seus inimigos, ame suas coisas, ame seus valores, ame seus defeitos.. Apenas ame e seja amado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:24.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8761699910284286513-3580612159257668951?l=srtagloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtagloom.blogspot.com/feeds/3580612159257668951/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8761699910284286513&amp;postID=3580612159257668951' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8761699910284286513/posts/default/3580612159257668951'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/S9DOeVHW15I/AAAAAAAAAF8/7lwnb1gmK8c/s1600/Sun+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/S9DOeVHW15I/AAAAAAAAAF8/7lwnb1gmK8c/s320/Sun+004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463093368459810706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;Sinto que todos tem dois lados: Luz e Escuridão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;Eu gosto de andar na linha entre os dois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;Precisamos as vezes sentir dor, para nos lembrarmos de que estamos vivos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;Eu gosto demais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;Gosto de sentimentos dramáticos sinceros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;e liberdade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;Liberdade para sonhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;liberdade para sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;Quero criar esse lugar&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8761699910284286513-5964403483162020769?l=srtagloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtagloom.blogspot.com/feeds/5964403483162020769/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8761699910284286513&amp;postID=5964403483162020769' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8761699910284286513/posts/default/5964403483162020769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8761699910284286513/posts/default/5964403483162020769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtagloom.blogspot.com/2010/04/sinto-que-todos-tem-dois-lados-luz-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Srta Gloom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895508950430900011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/SdadJygbIMI/AAAAAAAAABs/hLlNgA42v-E/S220/bonecA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/S9DOeVHW15I/AAAAAAAAAF8/7lwnb1gmK8c/s72-c/Sun+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761699910284286513.post-5349279597586329167</id><published>2010-04-16T10:57:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T12:12:01.568-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Mystery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/S8hv4zmPOwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/pj4AH0mcfSw/s1600/alice-in-wonderland-triptych-poster-1024x505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/S8hv4zmPOwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/pj4AH0mcfSw/s320/alice-in-wonderland-triptych-poster-1024x505.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460737569900673794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Imagine um lugar que você pode escapar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;uma ilha longe da costa de lugar nenhum&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;um novo destino de sua criação&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;apenas esperando que você escolha ir até lá.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tristes brincadeiras em um céu de veludo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;pronto para fundir sua mente.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Este é o lugar onde sua mente pode escapar de&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;todos os problemas de hoje e ir,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;muito longe.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Este é um tempo sem história.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bem vindo ao mistério!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Imagine uma cidade onde tudo é bonito&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;e o Senhor, você manda no reino&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você chama os tiras, e você pode fazer o que quiser&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Apenas...imagine a liberdade!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Imagine uma sala onde flores crescem&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;entre rachaduras no piso e no teto&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Apenas você e " sua senhora" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;e rosas e beijos meus.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que sentimento Maravilhoso!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Este é o lugar onde sua mente pode escapar de&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Todos os problemas de hoje e ir longe,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;muito longe!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Este é um tempo sem história.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Welcome to Mystery!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8761699910284286513-5349279597586329167?l=srtagloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtagloom.blogspot.com/feeds/5349279597586329167/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8761699910284286513&amp;postID=5349279597586329167' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8761699910284286513/posts/default/5349279597586329167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8761699910284286513/posts/default/5349279597586329167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtagloom.blogspot.com/2010/04/welcome-to-mystery-para-os-amantes-de.html' title='Welcome to Mystery'/><author><name>Srta Gloom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895508950430900011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/SdadJygbIMI/AAAAAAAAABs/hLlNgA42v-E/S220/bonecA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/S8hv4zmPOwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/pj4AH0mcfSw/s72-c/alice-in-wonderland-triptych-poster-1024x505.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761699910284286513.post-3034746766121947816</id><published>2010-04-10T23:13:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T23:30:48.942-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/S8E0FB-HvHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KedeIR9ASAs/s1600/indie_by_dero321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/S8E0FB-HvHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KedeIR9ASAs/s320/indie_by_dero321.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458701484382731378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O tempo passou e eu mudei.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Mudei porque amadureci. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mudei porque passei por tantas e tão diversas experiências, que consegui aprender com meus próprios erros.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mudei porque me decepcionei com amigos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Mudei porque me decepcionei com amores.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mudei porque conheci pessoas tão especiais que fui capaz de me inspirar por elas e nelas me espelhar para me tornar uma pessoa diferente,talvez, uma pessoa melhor. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O tempo passou, eu mudei e nem tudo, nem todos me acompanharam.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Mas valeu à pena.&lt;br /&gt;Não há tempo numa vida, cuja existência é tão imprevisível, para arrependimentos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Ou melhor: se deve haver arrependimento, que seja porque eu fiz tudo o que estava ao meu alcance para me tornar uma pessoa melhor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Para ter uma vida melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Viver, afinal, é a arte de mudar e aprender. Manter a essência  mas aprender.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Melhorar!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8761699910284286513-3034746766121947816?l=srtagloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtagloom.blogspot.com/feeds/3034746766121947816/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8761699910284286513&amp;postID=3034746766121947816' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8761699910284286513/posts/default/3034746766121947816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8761699910284286513/posts/default/3034746766121947816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtagloom.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-tempo-passou-e-eu-mudei.html' title=''/><author><name>Srta Gloom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895508950430900011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/SdadJygbIMI/AAAAAAAAABs/hLlNgA42v-E/S220/bonecA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/S8E0FB-HvHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KedeIR9ASAs/s72-c/indie_by_dero321.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761699910284286513.post-3419077672641057187</id><published>2010-03-30T16:28:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T16:36:32.017-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Se eu morrer antes de você...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/S7JSO-y0HCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/z13EULN_1Pk/s1600/baloes-na-estrada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/S7JSO-y0HCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/z13EULN_1Pk/s320/baloes-na-estrada.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454512516026866722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(83, 118, 170); font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(83, 118, 170); font-family: Verdana; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Se eu morrer antes de você, faça-me um favor: Chore o&lt;br /&gt;quanto quiser, mas não brigue com Deus por Ele haver me&lt;br /&gt;levado. Se não quiser chorar, não chore. Se não&lt;br /&gt;conseguir chorar, não se preocupe. Se tiver vontade de&lt;br /&gt;rir, ria. Se alguns amigos contarem algum fato a meu&lt;br /&gt;respeito, ouça e acrescente sua versão. Se me elogiarem&lt;br /&gt;demais, corrija o exagero. Se me criticarem demais,&lt;br /&gt;defenda-me. Se me quiserem fazer um santo, só porque&lt;br /&gt;morri, mostre que eu tinha um pouco de santo, mas&lt;br /&gt;estava longe de ser o santo que me pintam. Se me&lt;br /&gt;quiserem fazer um demônio, mostre que eu talvez tivesse&lt;br /&gt;um pouco de demônio, mas que a vida inteira eu tentei&lt;br /&gt;ser bom e amigo. Espero estar com Ele o suficiente para&lt;br /&gt;continuar sendo útil a você, lá onde estiver. E se&lt;br /&gt;tiver vontade de escrever alguma coisa sobre mim, diga&lt;br /&gt;apenas uma frase: - "Foi meu amigo, acreditou em mim e&lt;br /&gt;me quis mais perto de Deus!" - Aí, então derrame uma&lt;br /&gt;lágrima. Eu não estarei presente para enxugá-la, mas&lt;br /&gt;não faz mal. Outros amigos farão isso no meu lugar. E,&lt;br /&gt;vendo-me bem substituído, irei cuidar de minha nova&lt;br /&gt;tarefa no céu. Mas, de vez em quando, dê uma espiadinha&lt;br /&gt;na direção de Deus.  Você não me verá, mas eu ficaria&lt;br /&gt;muito feliz vendo você olhar para Ele. E, quando chegar&lt;br /&gt;a sua vez de ir para o Pai, aí, sem nenhum véu a&lt;br /&gt;separar a gente, vamos viver, em Deus, a amizade que&lt;br /&gt;aqui nos preparou para Ele. Você acredita nessas&lt;br /&gt;coisas? Então ore para que nós vivamos como quem sabe&lt;br /&gt;que vai morrer um dia, e que morramos como quem  soube&lt;br /&gt;viver direito. Amizade só faz sentido se traz o céu&lt;br /&gt;para mais perto da gente, e se inaugura aqui mesmo o&lt;br /&gt;seu começo. Mas, se eu morrer antes de você, acho que&lt;br /&gt;não vou estranhar o céu... "Ser seu amigo... já é um&lt;br /&gt;pedaço dele..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Chico Xavier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8761699910284286513-3419077672641057187?l=srtagloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtagloom.blogspot.com/feeds/3419077672641057187/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8761699910284286513&amp;postID=3419077672641057187' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8761699910284286513/posts/default/3419077672641057187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8761699910284286513/posts/default/3419077672641057187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtagloom.blogspot.com/2010/03/se-eu-morrer-antes-de-voce.html' title='Se eu morrer antes de você...'/><author><name>Srta Gloom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895508950430900011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/SdadJygbIMI/AAAAAAAAABs/hLlNgA42v-E/S220/bonecA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/S7JSO-y0HCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/z13EULN_1Pk/s72-c/baloes-na-estrada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761699910284286513.post-4566266225800316345</id><published>2008-10-04T14:21:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T14:28:57.267-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/SOendYXOgvI/AAAAAAAAABE/uxo7khWFrtY/s1600-h/Bleh+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/SOendYXOgvI/AAAAAAAAABE/uxo7khWFrtY/s320/Bleh+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253351613548888818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Você pode viajar o mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Mas não pode fugir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Da pessoa que você é em seu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Você pode ser quem você quer ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Nos faça acreditar em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Mantenha toda a sua luz no escuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Você está procurando pela verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Você deve olhar no espelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; E fazer sentido para o que você pode ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Apenas ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Apenas ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Eles dizem que aprender a amar a você mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; É o primeiro passo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Que você deve dar quando você quiser ser real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Voar em aviões sobre locais exóticos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Não te ensinarão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Como você realmente se sente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Encare o fato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Que você é quem você é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; E nada pode mudar essa realidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Apenas ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Apenas ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Porque agora eu sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Não está tão longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; De onde eu vou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; A parte mais difícil é essa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Eu sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Eu preciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Apenas ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Apenas ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Eu estava perdido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; E eu ainda estou perdido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Mas eu me sinto bem melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Porque agora eu sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Não está tão longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; De onde eu vou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; A parte mais difícil é essa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Eu sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Eu preciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Apenas ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Apenas ser&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/8761699910284286513-4566266225800316345?l=srtagloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtagloom.blogspot.com/feeds/4566266225800316345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8761699910284286513&amp;postID=4566266225800316345' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8761699910284286513/posts/default/4566266225800316345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8761699910284286513/posts/default/4566266225800316345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtagloom.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-be.html' title='Just Be'/><author><name>Srta Gloom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895508950430900011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/SdadJygbIMI/AAAAAAAAABs/hLlNgA42v-E/S220/bonecA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/SOendYXOgvI/AAAAAAAAABE/uxo7khWFrtY/s72-c/Bleh+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761699910284286513.post-2134295610263152192</id><published>2008-08-12T10:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T10:17:58.970-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Superficialidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/SKGNfaIKhmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/smsXVIZGQJs/s1600-h/abraco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/SKGNfaIKhmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/smsXVIZGQJs/s320/abraco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233619812710254178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Sabe como conquistar a confiança e o amor de alguém?!?!?Alguém se habilita à responder?!hum?Não?Ninguém sabe?Dando amor???hummm não não, é dinheiro mesmo!!É isso mesmo, oferecendo dinheiro".A maioria das pessoas estão a venda e isso é bem lastimante: Vende-se amor, vende-se prestígio, vende-se defesa e proteção, e por aí vai a longa lista!Basta escolher, mas...pra vc ter isto é necessário dinheiro sim!?É....pra sociedade vc é akilo q vc veste, akilo q a sua aparência diz para as pessoas!E iiiiiinnfelizzzmente akele q n tem o q todos qrem é convidado a ser chutado pela por da frente, é um inútil q n presta pra nada a n ser dar preocupações e "despesas", ou seja, é um completo NADA, um imprestável.Isso me faz pensar e me convenço de q a cada dia q se passa menos pode-se esperar das pessoas, sinceridade hj em dia está cada vez mais escasso e amor e amizade verdadeira nem se fala...é confortante saber q por aí ainda existem algumas raridades!=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8761699910284286513-2134295610263152192?l=srtagloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtagloom.blogspot.com/feeds/2134295610263152192/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8761699910284286513&amp;postID=2134295610263152192' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8761699910284286513/posts/default/2134295610263152192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8761699910284286513/posts/default/2134295610263152192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtagloom.blogspot.com/2008/08/superficialidade.html' title='Superficialidade'/><author><name>Srta Gloom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895508950430900011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/SdadJygbIMI/AAAAAAAAABs/hLlNgA42v-E/S220/bonecA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/SKGNfaIKhmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/smsXVIZGQJs/s72-c/abraco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761699910284286513.post-1141403453932759754</id><published>2008-08-05T20:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:44:51.781-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desculpas....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/SJjlxIpq2HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6N0--F0hBN8/s1600-h/ponte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/SJjlxIpq2HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6N0--F0hBN8/s320/ponte.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231183599489439858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Alguém já parou pra pensar no sentido da palavra???Já perceberam que mtas pessoas pedem desculpas apenas pelo simples fato de n qrer prolongar uma discussão!?A maioria delas por sinal...mas na verdade...elas ignoram o verdadeiro sentido da palavra fazendo dela apenas uma palavra jogada no meio de algumas outras palavras!Ninguém hj em dia quer saber de resolver um problema de forma pacífica e tentar se colocar no lugar do outro, pra mtos isso é complicado e difícil!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Acho q é por isso q n podemos confiar em qquer pessoa...mtas pessoas são egoístas de sentimentos e ações...eis o grande defeito da humanidade: n se colocar no lugar do outro e tentar resolver as coisas de forma pacífica.E para matar a curiosidade de todos buscaremos o significado no dicionário:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"A palavra"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;desculpa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;", no sentido da língua portuguesa, designa um apelo direcionado à algo ou alguém, quando há presença de culpa e este apelo pede o perdão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; do sujeito."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ou seja, só pedimos desculpas qnd realmente nos arrependemos daquilo que fizemos ou falamos ao outro...humm...sinceridade acima de qquer coisa!Doa a quem doer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8761699910284286513-1141403453932759754?l=srtagloom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtagloom.blogspot.com/feeds/1141403453932759754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8761699910284286513&amp;postID=1141403453932759754' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8761699910284286513/posts/default/1141403453932759754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8761699910284286513/posts/default/1141403453932759754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtagloom.blogspot.com/2008/08/desculpas.html' title='Desculpas....'/><author><name>Srta Gloom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895508950430900011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/SdadJygbIMI/AAAAAAAAABs/hLlNgA42v-E/S220/bonecA.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qvEolFFKRWc/SJjlxIpq2HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6N0--F0hBN8/s72-c/ponte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
