<?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-4150461475826066779</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:15:00.975-03:00</updated><category term='citações'/><category term='animes'/><category term='poemas'/><title type='text'>Terra dos Doces</title><subtitle type='html'>"A luz das estrelas nos guia até lá. / A Terra dos Doces, um lindo lugar..."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradosdoces.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150461475826066779/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradosdoces.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nike-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17789504117620355810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cLCfSfmVQ64/TaW7nQGgCII/AAAAAAAAAL4/fuR8UoR4h2Q/s220/buddy%2Bpoke%2Bsu.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150461475826066779.post-3041963262614996342</id><published>2011-02-10T08:04:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T08:37:50.083-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Teen? Em que parte? O.o</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CwyHzhr9yRc/TVO_x-4PzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/NzxlDfR9A4Y/s1600/emo.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CwyHzhr9yRc/TVO_x-4PzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/NzxlDfR9A4Y/s200/emo.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572008029400845906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Depois de uns três anos sem ler o caderno, consegui achar uma Folhateen entre a pilha de jornais do estágio. E, gente, que susto que levei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;O jornal não tem nada de teen!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Podem dizer até que é birra minha porque já tenho 22 anos e tals, e o caderno da Folha não é mais para minha idade, e blá, blá, blá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Galera, não tem jeito! A Folhateen tá MUUUUITO chata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Pensem que tiraram tudo o que era interessante, divertido e... interessável para o povo "teen". Não tem nais sessão de cartas, não tem mais a crítica do álbum da banda do momento. A crítica semanal de quadrinhos também está de fora. Assim como as muitas tirinhas divertidas do caderno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Tudo bem, mas ainda falam de música e tem uma tirinha ou outra. Mas... alguém já leu as matérias? Manos, a maioria dos comentários não tem nada a ver com a vida do povo "real". Os comentários irônicos são sobre assuntos que os adolescentes não conhecem. E se vocês pensam que eles explicam quem é Arthur Verocai, estão muito, muiiiito enganados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;MAS ENFIM... Não estou dizendo que o caderno é ruim. Pelo contrário, acho que os roteiristas escrevem até bem demais. São comentários inteligentes, bem escritos e interessantes. Só que para OUTRO público alvo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;O que quero deixar claro é que isso não é um caderno teen. Já foi. Quando os geeks fãs de super man brigavam com os de Dragon Ball, ou quando viámos uma crítica construtiva até sobre o cd da Britney Spears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Para mim, o caderno deveria virar o Folhageek, ou o Folha Jovem, uma coisa meio Jovem Pan, ou MTV (das antigas, é claro). É claro que você pode (e deve falar de política ou arte em uma coluna para adolescentes. E também pode ser irônico. Mas tudo adaptado para a idade, para o mundo em que eles vivem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Não dá pra chamar de teen uma coisa que não tem nada a ver com um garoto de 14 anos, que joga video game e baixa Naruto na Internet. Eu sinto que essa adolescência não tem um espaço atrativo no jornal. E fico preocupada com isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Porque teen, até onde eu sei, é adolescente, e depois dos 18, do emprego fixo, das contas atrasadas e da vida de facul, ninguém é adolescente mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois ainda querem reclamar daquilo ali na fotinha acima... u.u&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/4150461475826066779-3041963262614996342?l=terradosdoces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradosdoces.blogspot.com/feeds/3041963262614996342/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4150461475826066779&amp;postID=3041963262614996342' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150461475826066779/posts/default/3041963262614996342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150461475826066779/posts/default/3041963262614996342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradosdoces.blogspot.com/2011/02/teen-em-que-parte-oo.html' title='Teen? 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O.o'/><author><name>Nike-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17789504117620355810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cLCfSfmVQ64/TaW7nQGgCII/AAAAAAAAAL4/fuR8UoR4h2Q/s220/buddy%2Bpoke%2Bsu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CwyHzhr9yRc/TVO_x-4PzlI/AAAAAAAAALA/NzxlDfR9A4Y/s72-c/emo.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150461475826066779.post-641817034063443175</id><published>2010-04-25T16:05:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T16:27:39.895-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citações'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ylqYXpfVyPQ/S9SXmxFTsEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/oFPRc76VO38/s1600/riza%255B2%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464158940173676610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ylqYXpfVyPQ/S9SXmxFTsEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/oFPRc76VO38/s320/riza%255B2%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Ela sabia que aquilo iria acontecer, sabia que seria obrigada a comparecer e a ouvir os votos de amor eterno que seria trocados e aquilo lhe matava aos poucos, o golpe final definitivamente seria quando estive presenciando tudo aquilo, ao vivo e a cores. Emergiu novamente, já estava sem ar, e resolveu não se demorar mais ali na banheira, não queria pensar mais sobre aquele assunto naquela noite. Enrolou-se na toalha, pegou seu pijama e jogou-se na cama. Estava tão cansada que adormeceu rapidamente, e para sua sorte, não sonhou com nada. Nem mesmo com Roy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Broken Stings - Chapter 2 - da autora Liligi)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nightmares... Meus pesadelos são os mesmos de sempre...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4150461475826066779-641817034063443175?l=terradosdoces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradosdoces.blogspot.com/feeds/641817034063443175/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4150461475826066779&amp;postID=641817034063443175' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150461475826066779/posts/default/641817034063443175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150461475826066779/posts/default/641817034063443175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradosdoces.blogspot.com/2010/04/ela-sabia-que-aquilo-iria-acontecer.html' title=''/><author><name>Nike-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17789504117620355810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cLCfSfmVQ64/TaW7nQGgCII/AAAAAAAAAL4/fuR8UoR4h2Q/s220/buddy%2Bpoke%2Bsu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ylqYXpfVyPQ/S9SXmxFTsEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/oFPRc76VO38/s72-c/riza%255B2%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150461475826066779.post-8292777608137804523</id><published>2009-12-18T15:50:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T15:54:23.860-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Postandooo do trabalhoooo! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Depois de penar na facul e começar a trabalhar, acabei ficando sem tempo para coisas que eu amo, especialmente para e ler e escrever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nessas férias (pelo menos da faculdade -.-') pretendo voltar a postar no blog e, finalmente atualizar minhas fanfics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bjbj pra vcs! ^^/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;link: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/~nikechan"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;www.fanfiction.net/~nikechan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4150461475826066779-8292777608137804523?l=terradosdoces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradosdoces.blogspot.com/feeds/8292777608137804523/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4150461475826066779&amp;postID=8292777608137804523' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150461475826066779/posts/default/8292777608137804523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150461475826066779/posts/default/8292777608137804523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradosdoces.blogspot.com/2009/12/postandooo-do-trabalhoooo-xd-depois-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Nike-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17789504117620355810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cLCfSfmVQ64/TaW7nQGgCII/AAAAAAAAAL4/fuR8UoR4h2Q/s220/buddy%2Bpoke%2Bsu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150461475826066779.post-3805556766474136864</id><published>2008-05-15T00:44:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T01:38:47.857-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sim! Estréias no Animax!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esperei muito por elas mas, hum, sei lá...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acho que me decepcinei um pouco...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vamos falar um pouco delas:e... XDDDD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bleach&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Legal. Amo ver o pai do Ichigo dando umas voadoras nele. E o animê tem aquele tipo de protagonista que cativa todo mundo: garoto rebelde que vive gritando com os outros mas, láaaa no fundo tem um bom coração.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maaaas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A primeira impressão que tive depois do fim do ep.1 foi:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;YU YU HAKUSHO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu odeio quando o meu irmão vem com as graças de dizer que os desenhos do passado são os melhores e blá, blá, blá... Mas eu não consegui visualizar outra coisa. Parecia um Yusuke reformulado... e até a "ceifeira de almas" tipo a Botan tinha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu espero realmente que, daqui pra frente a história tome um rumo mais original...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vamos ver...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neon Genesis Evangelion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Primrira impressão: mas que dubagem é essa??? O.o&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Segunda impressão: Que character designer feio! Parece até Scryed (um animê show com um desenho todo torto... U.U)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Impressão pós 1° episódio: Prefiro o mangá!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu sei que, conforme acompanhar vou acabar gostando... mas... Bem pelo traço e pela falta de vozes ^^' preferiria o mangá...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hellgirl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Traço lindo. História interessante.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas os episódios ficam só naquilo? Não vai ter um enredo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;De quaquer forma, acho que não vou acompanhar... dá medo... XDDDD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A verdade é que estou mal acostumada com os dvd's que o Ricardo traz... Animê legendado é outra coisa... você viaja nas vozes originais... Padre Abel de Trinity Blood é o cara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o Vash the Stampede??? s/c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ah... e pra quem viu e Death Note? s/m/c só quem viu sabe... ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200457425968804610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ylqYXpfVyPQ/SCu8echpswI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wYvxs37KZSU/s320/DeathNoteL.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coisa mais fofa o L coçando o pé... XD~~~~ é... mas as aparências enganam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4150461475826066779-3805556766474136864?l=terradosdoces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradosdoces.blogspot.com/feeds/3805556766474136864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4150461475826066779&amp;postID=3805556766474136864' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150461475826066779/posts/default/3805556766474136864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150461475826066779/posts/default/3805556766474136864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradosdoces.blogspot.com/2008/05/sim-estrias-no-animax-esperei-muito-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Nike-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17789504117620355810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cLCfSfmVQ64/TaW7nQGgCII/AAAAAAAAAL4/fuR8UoR4h2Q/s220/buddy%2Bpoke%2Bsu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ylqYXpfVyPQ/SCu8echpswI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wYvxs37KZSU/s72-c/DeathNoteL.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150461475826066779.post-6180390481790233391</id><published>2008-01-10T00:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T01:45:19.190-02:00</updated><title type='text'>1xR - Um amor para todo o sempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ylqYXpfVyPQ/R4WGyFH4R7I/AAAAAAAAABw/IPWksaPwLXQ/s1600-h/rel+e+hee.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153673543522207666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ylqYXpfVyPQ/R4WGyFH4R7I/AAAAAAAAABw/IPWksaPwLXQ/s320/rel+e+hee.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mas q nervo... depois q o Felipe apagou a mina pasta perdi inúmeras imagens lindas desse casalzinho kawaii... -.-'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;****************_____*********************&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabem, nunca entendi o porque de tantas meninas odiarem a &lt;strong&gt;Relena&lt;/strong&gt;. Ela é tão... nós mesmas!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma garota simpática, que tenta ser feliz - sendo inconveniente e curiosa às vezes, é claro - mas totalmente menina.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela é corajosa, inteligente, muito educada e amável. É sincera com os outros e consigo mesma (como poucos que eu conheço).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Admira quem tem consideração pelos outros (Noin, Sally, Quatre) e luta contra aqueles que destruir a paz (Trize, Une, Dermail).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como qualquer ser humano!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;E ela luta pela pessoa que ama.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que culpa a Relena tem se, no universo de Gundam Wing todo mundo está tão preocupado com a guerra, a política, as vinganças e resoluções egoístas, que nem se lembram de &lt;strong&gt;viver&lt;/strong&gt;? Ou melhor... de &lt;strong&gt;amar&lt;/strong&gt;???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amar&lt;/strong&gt; no pouco tempo que lhes resta já que a vida nunca é tão preciosa e incerta como numa guerra.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amar a ponto de viver dizendo: "Heero, venha e me mate", só pra ter mais um momento ao lado daquela pessoa especial.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu realmente não entendo... Como pode se reprovável essa coragem de viver quando todos olham para a morte???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;E é exatamente essa coragem, essa força mágica que o Heero não conseguiu ignorar nela.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Rel-chan fica no pé do Heero mesmo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E &lt;strong&gt;se eu tivesse&lt;/strong&gt; alguém como ele, &lt;strong&gt;também ficaria&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*********************************************************&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Heero Yuy e Relena Darlian são personagens do animê Gundam Wing (by Yadade &amp;amp; Tomino, Koichi Tokita - Sunrise)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gundam Wing foi exibido no Brasil pelo Cartoon Network, desde 01/06/2003&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/4150461475826066779-6180390481790233391?l=terradosdoces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradosdoces.blogspot.com/feeds/6180390481790233391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4150461475826066779&amp;postID=6180390481790233391' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150461475826066779/posts/default/6180390481790233391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150461475826066779/posts/default/6180390481790233391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradosdoces.blogspot.com/2008/01/1xr-um-amor-para-todo-o-sempre.html' title='1xR - Um amor para todo o sempre'/><author><name>Nike-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17789504117620355810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cLCfSfmVQ64/TaW7nQGgCII/AAAAAAAAAL4/fuR8UoR4h2Q/s220/buddy%2Bpoke%2Bsu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ylqYXpfVyPQ/R4WGyFH4R7I/AAAAAAAAABw/IPWksaPwLXQ/s72-c/rel+e+hee.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150461475826066779.post-5981504291087189467</id><published>2008-01-02T23:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T01:24:15.215-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>Por que sonho???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ylqYXpfVyPQ/R32msFH4R6I/AAAAAAAAABo/YbDB6qgsvxc/s1600-h/yashamaru+sorrindo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151456825001396130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ylqYXpfVyPQ/R32msFH4R6I/AAAAAAAAABo/YbDB6qgsvxc/s320/yashamaru+sorrindo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Por que eu continuo sentindo isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eu, sinceramente, não entendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eu continuo me pegando a pensar em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E isso SEMPRE acontece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eu sinto o seu perfume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sinto você, perto de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Pode ser em qualquer lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eu ouço a sua voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E escuto as mesmas palavras, bobas ou gentis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;de tempos que não voltarão mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eu vou continuar olhando para o horizonte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Buscando respostas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(e ignorando motivos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Vou continuar esperando sentir algo que vá doer menos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ou, quem sabe, aceitar algo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ainda que não valha a pena...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eu escuto a sua voz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E mesmo que eu me pergunte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eu sei que sei o porque disso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Suellen - 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Acabei de escrever isso... meu primeiro manuscrito para 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obviamente, não é ficção. ^^'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É estranho como nós temos que sofrer para fazer coisas assim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas novo ano é nova vida!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu tenho fé que as coisas vão ser bem melhores agora.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4150461475826066779-5981504291087189467?l=terradosdoces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradosdoces.blogspot.com/feeds/5981504291087189467/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4150461475826066779&amp;postID=5981504291087189467' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150461475826066779/posts/default/5981504291087189467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150461475826066779/posts/default/5981504291087189467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradosdoces.blogspot.com/2008/01/por-que-sonho.html' title='Por que sonho???'/><author><name>Nike-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17789504117620355810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cLCfSfmVQ64/TaW7nQGgCII/AAAAAAAAAL4/fuR8UoR4h2Q/s220/buddy%2Bpoke%2Bsu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ylqYXpfVyPQ/R32msFH4R6I/AAAAAAAAABo/YbDB6qgsvxc/s72-c/yashamaru+sorrindo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150461475826066779.post-702416166161198937</id><published>2007-12-26T23:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T00:25:03.186-02:00</updated><title type='text'>In your deams...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Qual é o seu sonho????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;Onde o sonho acaba e a realidade começa... ou melhor: o que seria o sonho ou a realidade? Eles se diferenciam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;Por um momento, olhe para o futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;Acredite que o seu "depois" depende do agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;Tome suas decisões baseado na realidade que você vê.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;Mas, por enquanto... Sonhe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Terra dos Doces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;(encerramento brasileiro de Mirmo Zibang:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;A luz das estrelas nos guia até lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;A Terra dos Doces, um lindo lugar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Se você sonha com bolos, tem lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Se você sonha com tortas, tem lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Morangos, cerejas e uvas também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Pra ir lá basta sonhar... quer ver?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Feche bem os olhinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Fique bem quietinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Com imaginação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;É fácil chegar lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Não precisa esforço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Deixe a mente fluir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Sinta só o gostinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;E já pode ir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Somos reis, rainhas e cavaleiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;É só ser o que quiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Vai lá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feche bem os olhinhos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Fique bem quietinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Com imaginação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;É fácil chegar lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Não precisa esforço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Deixe a mente fluir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Sinta só o gostinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;E já pode ir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4150461475826066779-702416166161198937?l=terradosdoces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradosdoces.blogspot.com/feeds/702416166161198937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4150461475826066779&amp;postID=702416166161198937' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150461475826066779/posts/default/702416166161198937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150461475826066779/posts/default/702416166161198937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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