<?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-21221294</id><updated>2012-02-10T05:34:22.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indeclinavel Negligencia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18109749877246572780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21221294.post-7627306491923321302</id><published>2011-04-24T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T20:45:59.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;"Saudade é solidão acompanhada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;é quando o amor ainda não foi embora,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;mas a amada já...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Saudade é amar um &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;passado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;que ainda não passou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;é recusar um presente que nos machuca,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;é não ver o futuro que nos convida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Saudade é sentir que existe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;o que não existe mais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Saudade é o inferno dos que perderam,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;é a dor dos que &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;ficaram para trás,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;é o gosto de morte na boca dos que continuam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Só uma pessoa no mundo deseja sentir saudade:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;aquela que nunca amou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;E esse é o maior dos sofrimentos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;não ter por quem sentir saudade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;passar pela vida e não viver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;O maior dos sofrimentos é nunca ter sofrido."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuNF0Jzk7JI/TbTuTNvf4aI/AAAAAAAAAHM/HV7YA-B7L8U/s400/20090612_estradaPE.gif" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599362250602176930" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Tahoma; "&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/21221294-7627306491923321302?l=indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/feeds/7627306491923321302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21221294&amp;postID=7627306491923321302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/7627306491923321302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/7627306491923321302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/2011/04/saudade-e-solidao-acompanhada-e-quando.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18109749877246572780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuNF0Jzk7JI/TbTuTNvf4aI/AAAAAAAAAHM/HV7YA-B7L8U/s72-c/20090612_estradaPE.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21221294.post-6774945688239906620</id><published>2011-03-06T18:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T18:48:27.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life goes on...</title><content type='html'>And I´m still there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21221294-6774945688239906620?l=indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/feeds/6774945688239906620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21221294&amp;postID=6774945688239906620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/6774945688239906620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/6774945688239906620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/2011/03/life-goes-on.html' title='Life goes on...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18109749877246572780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21221294.post-5352565055677138285</id><published>2010-05-26T06:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T07:04:56.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Me desculpe, meu amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não consigo imaginar minha vida sem você, mas acho que me apaixonei por outra pessoa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; - Tudo bem, meu bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tire suas dúvidas e depois volte para mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela sorriu, suspirou aliviada e partiu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As pessoas contam que ela nunca mais voltou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aí me pergunto, onde foi mesmo que se perdeu o encanto?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zen9DOcOqJY/S_0p817FqHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/MZ5KSGmNEAI/s400/586778771_2dcde0ab74.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475578847196194930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zen9DOcOqJY/S_0nGyEPL9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/u3hqbcvHWSs/s1600/mag3737+icone+mala.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Constellations stay the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Just a little bit of danger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When intriguingly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Our little secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Trusts that you trust me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;'Cause no one will ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;That this was happening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So tell me why you listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When nobody's talking?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21221294-5352565055677138285?l=indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/feeds/5352565055677138285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21221294&amp;postID=5352565055677138285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/5352565055677138285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/5352565055677138285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-and-i.html' title='You and I'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18109749877246572780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zen9DOcOqJY/S_0p817FqHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/MZ5KSGmNEAI/s72-c/586778771_2dcde0ab74.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21221294.post-1970805777387999679</id><published>2010-03-22T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T08:20:07.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Silver!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zen9DOcOqJY/S6eKjlOJlLI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/B0L-WQndA9Y/s1600-h/OgAAALZTLjyiGTJWaND0n88dPT-oG9ye7-B6lbRlWJcdcOrGJ56xoqdmu3Q5qCVSrVXPk1BYepomqRDeMFPVhx1ZCQkAm1T1UOC2I9pQPnxzIrC1h_mHS4NYO9HD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zen9DOcOqJY/S2GzE3GjTJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/E9XwS88QgB8/s320/NiverSa20102.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431819521677806738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21221294-320321431646112054?l=indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/feeds/320321431646112054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21221294&amp;postID=320321431646112054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/320321431646112054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/320321431646112054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18109749877246572780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zen9DOcOqJY/S2GzE3GjTJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/E9XwS88QgB8/s72-c/NiverSa20102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21221294.post-1883437468357785765</id><published>2009-11-12T17:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T17:53:39.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Meia noite... E chega mais uma sexta-feira...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zen9DOcOqJY/Svy7AdfukkI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Nn606d2RYMw/s1600-h/IMG_0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zen9DOcOqJY/Svy7AdfukkI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Nn606d2RYMw/s320/IMG_0144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403399269529850434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;É engraçado e estranho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;As vezes uma tristeza invade a gente, e então nossos olhos começam a chorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Choram os olhos, aperta o peito, e a cabeça fica vazia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;E alguns minutos depois a gente percebe de que a felicidade nunca vem plena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Quero me esquecer nas ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;minhadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Com você pelas calçadas&lt;br /&gt;Vendo novas madrugadas&lt;br /&gt;Minha mente, e meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Nesse sábado morto&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero lhe entregar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/21221294-1883437468357785765?l=indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/feeds/1883437468357785765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21221294&amp;postID=1883437468357785765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/1883437468357785765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/1883437468357785765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/2009/11/meia-noite.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18109749877246572780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zen9DOcOqJY/Svy7AdfukkI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Nn606d2RYMw/s72-c/IMG_0144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21221294.post-5737106385201826643</id><published>2009-03-11T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T05:38:56.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'll let you stay with me if you surrender..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eu quis te convencer mas chega de insistir...caberá ao nosso amor o que há de vir...pode ser a eternidade má...caminho em frente pra sentir saudade..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://70.32.113.122/images/uploads/zrecommends/crayonrocks2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Acredito que em dias de chuva somente sobre nós, quando as vontades são demasiadamentes temporãs, ninguém quer ser quem é, e esquece ou se perde na procura de algo para se segurar. E no final não nos resta nada além disso, além de sermos nós mesmos em mais um dia chuvoso.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We still have to try... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21221294-5737106385201826643?l=indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/feeds/5737106385201826643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21221294&amp;postID=5737106385201826643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/5737106385201826643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/5737106385201826643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/2009/03/ill-let-you-stay-with-me-if-you.html' title='&quot;I&apos;ll let you stay with me if you surrender...&quot;'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18109749877246572780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21221294.post-1712361061291283416</id><published>2008-11-13T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:23:05.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para Rodrigo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268301791790341490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zen9DOcOqJY/SRzEkSU3nXI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Mh-W8r-z_Ss/s200/fusca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Comprarei um Fusca vermelho,&lt;br /&gt;Providenciarei novos óculos escuros,&lt;br /&gt;Trocaremos o tom do batom&lt;br /&gt;E quando o Outono chegar fugiremos para o México,&lt;br /&gt;Ao som de Bajofondo por todo o caminho...&lt;br /&gt;Ao chegarmos, brindaremos com Miqueladas,&lt;br /&gt;Esquentaremos a noite com Kablúa&lt;br /&gt;E jantaremos em um pequeno restaurante,&lt;br /&gt;Com aparência do velho mundo...&lt;br /&gt;Guacamole com totopos,&lt;br /&gt;Enchilhadas,&lt;br /&gt;Mole coloradito&lt;br /&gt;E sorvete frito para fechar o cardápio...&lt;br /&gt;Retornaremos com várias histórias,&lt;br /&gt;Contaremos desventuras,&lt;br /&gt;Amores possíves,&lt;br /&gt;Paixões renovadas&lt;br /&gt;E estaremos revigorados para viver novas fábulas&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21221294-1712361061291283416?l=indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/feeds/1712361061291283416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21221294&amp;postID=1712361061291283416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/1712361061291283416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/1712361061291283416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/2008/11/para-rodrigo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18109749877246572780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zen9DOcOqJY/SRzEkSU3nXI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Mh-W8r-z_Ss/s72-c/fusca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21221294.post-1331718577562946940</id><published>2008-11-03T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T06:28:35.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Bottle...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem frase em negrito de subtítulo hoje.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em meio a crises de humor, quedas drásticas de animação, e frequente oscilação eufórica, paro nessa madrugada para pensar... Estou sem sono, não consigo achar 1 música sequer que eu queria ouvir no meio de tantas aqui guardadas, e pra variar meu pó de café acabou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acho engraçado como mudanças hormonais nos afetam... Estive naqueles dias brabos de TPM, com cólicas e com os nervos a flor da pele... E é impressionante como ainda assim ela consegue me aturar... E como só a companhia e o corpo dela perto do meu conseguem mudar meu dia... E como eu fico boba... sentimental e completamente emotiva... foi só vê-la indo embora que me deu uma vontade de chorar... um aperto... Hahaha! É amor demais que rola! rsrs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enfim... Achei uma música que soe bem aos meus ouvidos... e é "Café Turvo" da Jenny... &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/jenninhasouza"&gt;www.myspace.com/jenninhasouza&lt;/a&gt; ... Ela me contou que escreveu para um amigo... E eu gosto demais dessa música.. Vale ouvir... "Contar alguns segredos, cerveja e macarrão.... deitar com o sol nascendo sem verão..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom... Rodando sites hoje... não se já viu, mas &lt;em&gt;Claudia Ohana&lt;/em&gt; pousará mais uma vez nua... e como já era de se imaginar, as pessoas claro estão comentando... sobre né... as partes pudentas... púdicas da moça que né... foram &lt;em&gt;"expostas ao natural..."&lt;/em&gt; e a playboy não perdeu em publicidade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264786508459755954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zen9DOcOqJY/SRBHb3cDSbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/rQ6dCQJKn5o/s400/ohanahome.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Adorei...!!!!!!! Clica na imagem pra ver maior que vale a pena... Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aí como tudo tende ao tédio... não demorou muito fui parar no youtube.com...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiquei apoplética com, o que eu acredito veemente, que será o hit do verão. hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GsNlmCtb4c4&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GsNlmCtb4c4&amp;amp;NR=1&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ai, ai... Descobri um monte de informações super úteis...Exemplo...!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luana Piovani conseguiu uma liminar judicional que ordena a Dado Dollabela manter no mínimo 250m metros de distância da mulher... Alguém andou tomando umas porradas por aí... a camareira sei lá...e o casalzinho se separou, com basfond e tudo mais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É...O mundo virtual! Fascinante!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Descobri também que McCain retomou intenção de votos em alguns estados norte-americanos... Mas pra que né... Obama! GO 4 IT! rs...Obama que por sinal perdeu a avó hoje... ontem né... já passa de meia noite...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouvi algumas faixas do cd do Amarante com o menino do Strokes...Little Joy...Gostei,viu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhh! Li tbm que a criatura que recebeu o coração da Eloá, a menina do sequestro lá, que morreu esses dias atrás... quer andar de bicicleta. a transplantada como foi chamada pelo g1. rs....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Li o trem dos bancos lá... pretendem manter funcionários e agências... uhum... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas o que achei legal foi que a turma do charlie brown voltou.... embora seja só pra people usuária do iTunes... daqui a pouco tá disponível pra download e eu coloco na minha coleção do snoopy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264656398583415090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zen9DOcOqJY/SQ_RGeYNQTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/4dyt3spsSnk/s200/0,,15835840-EX,00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Parece que tentaram manter mais fiél o possível aos episódios originais...acho bom! No cd novo da britney, circus... tem uma faixa assim "If You Seek Amy"...sugestivo né? Hum... Essa eu quero ouvir... Vi algumas fotos rídiculas... do tipo Mariah Carey fantasia de cookie... Enfim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cansei de escrever e esse deve ser o post mais inutil desse blog...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Achei outra música até gostosa, que não me irritou hoje... &lt;em&gt;Amy Winehouse - Help Yourself&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rs... &lt;strong&gt;Oi?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;E ah! Cheguei a conclusão que eu tenho uma fadiga imeeeensa para/com:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jonas Brothers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tokio Hotel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miley Cirus e Hanna Montana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hilary Duff&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquele menino rapper&lt;/em&gt; do &lt;em&gt;"Kiss Kiss Kiss"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luana Piovani&lt;/em&gt; já citada em algum lugar aí arriba...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A&lt;em&gt; mulher que pega o Expedito&lt;/em&gt; em Mulheres Apaixonadas... com essa aí minha antipatia flui cada vez mais...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Regina Duarte&lt;/em&gt;... Meu Deus!!!! Com o sotaque dessa novela das 7 então... Alguém purfa, joga uma bomba??? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;O menino que amassava café... gente... como é.... peraí... Google......&lt;em&gt;Marcos Palmeira&lt;/em&gt;!!!! No filme &lt;em&gt;O Homem que Desafiou o Diabo&lt;/em&gt;... Outro dos sotaques nordestinos... Não entendo picas do ele fala...Enfim... Cansei...rs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21221294-1331718577562946940?l=indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/feeds/1331718577562946940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21221294&amp;postID=1331718577562946940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/1331718577562946940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/1331718577562946940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/2008/11/midnight-bottle.html' title='Midnight Bottle...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18109749877246572780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zen9DOcOqJY/SRBHb3cDSbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/rQ6dCQJKn5o/s72-c/ohanahome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21221294.post-9174390841733084418</id><published>2008-09-19T12:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T12:55:01.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Quem és tu que, encoberto pela noite, entras em meu segredo?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  "-  Deixa que eu fique parado aqui, até que te recordes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  -  Esquecê-lo-ia, só para que sempre ficasses ai parado, recordando-me de como adoro tua companhia."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zen9DOcOqJY/SNQC-LqsujI/AAAAAAAAADM/-fvzB7kz93k/s1600-h/romeu-e-julieta.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zen9DOcOqJY/SNQC-LqsujI/AAAAAAAAADM/-fvzB7kz93k/s320/romeu-e-julieta.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247822733100497458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que queres que eu diga além de confessar por vós indubitável paixão?&lt;br /&gt;Se tens por loucura tal sentimento,&lt;br /&gt;declarar-me-hei em pleno estado de insanidade mental.&lt;br /&gt;Venhas junto com o sol ascendente,&lt;br /&gt;pois o pôr me rasga ao saber que torturantes foram as longas horas longe de ti&lt;br /&gt;e que tal apreço condernar-me pode a sentir a saudade de sorriso vosso,&lt;br /&gt;que me guia como o sol tem por seu guia o rumo leste ao nascer.&lt;br /&gt;E se tal afeto for por demasiado verdadeiro em sua essência&lt;br /&gt;E se reciproco for, mata-me de felicidade e diga-me vós&lt;br /&gt;Pois se as dores próprias pesam-me no peito,&lt;br /&gt;Conhecer-me deixe as tuas&lt;br /&gt;pois o tormento que revelastes,&lt;br /&gt;ao meu deu mais alento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21221294-9174390841733084418?l=indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/feeds/9174390841733084418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21221294&amp;postID=9174390841733084418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/9174390841733084418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/9174390841733084418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/2008/09/que-queres-que-eu-diga-alm-de-confessar.html' title='&quot;Quem és tu que, encoberto pela noite, entras em meu segredo?&quot;'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18109749877246572780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zen9DOcOqJY/SNQC-LqsujI/AAAAAAAAADM/-fvzB7kz93k/s72-c/romeu-e-julieta.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21221294.post-1744398136515307770</id><published>2008-09-03T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:54:04.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're always brilliant in the morning, smoking your cigarettes, talking over coffee...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falando sobre desejo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zen9DOcOqJY/SL8vb0UjRhI/AAAAAAAAADE/vZLM9deYwFM/s1600-h/DSC00712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zen9DOcOqJY/SL8vb0UjRhI/AAAAAAAAADE/vZLM9deYwFM/s320/DSC00712.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241960646230361618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Vontade da sua boca e da sua cintura...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Com o passar de longas horas, deslizando cada &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;centímetro&lt;/span&gt; do seu corpo por minuto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;A respiração vai ficando ofegante, os olhos se fechando e as mãos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;passeiam&lt;/span&gt; suavemente pelas suas costas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Sentir o cheiro do seu cabelo, o gosto da sua pele, sua boca em mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt; Tudo isso me faz estremecer por dentro, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bambar&lt;/span&gt; as pernas e me perder em você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Desejo de horas, dias, noites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Desejo de não acabar, de me acabar nesse seu sorriso e perder o rumo de volta pra casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt; Paixão e desejo numa combinação explosiva que é inevitável não pensar em você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; O embate violento de te ter que se torna inegável a cada segundo que se passa, e só agrava essa minha aspiração louca, essa sede de te fazer feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/21221294-1744398136515307770?l=indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/feeds/1744398136515307770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21221294&amp;postID=1744398136515307770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/1744398136515307770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/1744398136515307770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/2008/09/youre-always-brilliant-in-morning.html' title='You&apos;re always brilliant in the morning, smoking your cigarettes, talking over coffee...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18109749877246572780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zen9DOcOqJY/SL8vb0UjRhI/AAAAAAAAADE/vZLM9deYwFM/s72-c/DSC00712.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21221294.post-5246487198632926603</id><published>2008-08-17T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T17:23:03.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arquivo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id=":3sm" class="ArwC7c ckChnd"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div bg=""&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed of you&lt;br /&gt;and you were  drawing yourself in blue&lt;br /&gt;I saw your eyes and wonder...&lt;br /&gt;If we were  two...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know that we can make it&lt;br /&gt;With everything  allright&lt;br /&gt;A week, three months or just one day&lt;br /&gt;And we can reach the  sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Can you be my girl?&lt;br /&gt;this is how we gonna make it  throught it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know that we can fix it all&lt;br /&gt;We got the  time&lt;br /&gt;We will work hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It´s more than passion&lt;br /&gt;It´s not just sex&lt;br /&gt;You  know that´s true&lt;br /&gt;we´re gonna live this again&lt;br /&gt;forget all our past&lt;br /&gt;forget  all the rest&lt;br /&gt;close your eyes and lets pretend we´re the best&lt;br /&gt;lovers&lt;br /&gt;we  ever had...&lt;/span&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/21221294-5246487198632926603?l=indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/feeds/5246487198632926603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21221294&amp;postID=5246487198632926603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/5246487198632926603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/5246487198632926603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/2008/08/arquivo.html' title='Arquivo'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18109749877246572780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21221294.post-905329238844525519</id><published>2008-08-03T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T18:18:41.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Onde está você... Apareça aqui pra me ver que eu vou gostar demais...!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Seu gosto é bem do jeito que eu gosto..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230385963053795074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zen9DOcOqJY/SJYQUlYCxwI/AAAAAAAAAC8/q7VANmOVTmw/s320/Pandeiro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho engraçado como as vezes as coisas acontecem e te pegam de surpresa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nesse fim de semana a saudade apertou e apertou grande. Descubro a falta que faz um sorriso, um cheiro, um toque, sua voz. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E me fez feliz sorrir ao ver seu nome na mensagem recebida, seu número na bina...!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E a saudade que não passa junto com esse domingo a noite em que tudo que eu consigo fazer é pensar em você. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21221294-905329238844525519?l=indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/feeds/905329238844525519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21221294&amp;postID=905329238844525519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/905329238844525519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/905329238844525519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/2008/08/onde-est-voc-aparea-aqui-pra-me-ver-que.html' title='&quot;Onde está você... Apareça aqui pra me ver que eu vou gostar demais...!&quot;'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18109749877246572780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zen9DOcOqJY/SJYQUlYCxwI/AAAAAAAAAC8/q7VANmOVTmw/s72-c/Pandeiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21221294.post-890083952926000638</id><published>2008-07-11T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T10:10:00.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is possible.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Sometimes things just don´t fit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;You can try harder to put your wishes and your desires inside a box and in order&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;but sometimes things just don´t fit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;and when you recognize it, it´s to hard to fix it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221801635800639266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zen9DOcOqJY/SHeQ6-VzZyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MUHBeLK7myo/s320/inef%C3%83%C2%A1vel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Inefável é o sorriso da outra. O toque de dois.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Deixa encher até a borda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que eu quero o pôr do sol num copo d'água.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21221294-890083952926000638?l=indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/feeds/890083952926000638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21221294&amp;postID=890083952926000638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/890083952926000638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/890083952926000638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/2008/07/everything-is-possible.html' title='Everything is possible.'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18109749877246572780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zen9DOcOqJY/SHeQ6-VzZyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MUHBeLK7myo/s72-c/inef%C3%83%C2%A1vel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21221294.post-7507213501994116380</id><published>2007-12-26T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T20:11:33.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"E agora dois anos depois... que nós dois não somos mais nós dois..."</title><content type='html'>Existem coisas nessa vida que me encantam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Velhos amores, novas amizades, a comida pronta em cima do fogão e até o mesmo o taxista... mero desconhecido que te espera entrar em casa para arrancar o carro e dar um sinal de boa noite... "Boa noite... Boa sorte... Vá com Deus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como já havia dito, não que eu seja uma pessoa que crê... Mas as vezes é necessário algum motivo pra seguir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amores adormecidos, encobertos pela vontade de guardá-los só para mim, pelo puro egoísmo de saber que eu serei mais feliz ao reencontrá-la e que a vontade de fazer com que ela saiba de tudo o que se passa me motivará a encontrá-la novamente... Pessoas que você encontra por acaso e acha que sempre estiveram ali para você por algum motivo mas você foi egoísta demais para reparar... A magica da salsa e cebolinha na batata em mais uma madrugada solitária.... em que você se pergunta porque ela não está aí... aqui... com você, comigo... para dar um beijo de boa noite e acordar com mangas e uvas pela manhã...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estranho é esse tal viver... Nos privamos tanto por medo de arriscar, ou só por vontade de ter algo em que acreditar... mesmo que intangível! e você sabe disso!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que alguém explica? A busca incansável pela inabalável paz interior que só será alcançada com alguém tão instável quanto você? Ou será que o oposto vai balancear tudo isso e dar um jeito naquilo que você juga perdido?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148500351144649234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zen9DOcOqJY/R3MlypvzYhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QcBu11BTWLA/s320/imagem.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quantas vezes mais até acertar...?&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/21221294-7507213501994116380?l=indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/feeds/7507213501994116380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21221294&amp;postID=7507213501994116380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/7507213501994116380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/7507213501994116380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/2007/12/e-agora-dois-anos-depois-que-ns-dois-no.html' title='&quot;E agora dois anos depois... que nós dois não somos mais nós dois...&quot;'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18109749877246572780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zen9DOcOqJY/R3MlypvzYhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QcBu11BTWLA/s72-c/imagem.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21221294.post-4678648261790460888</id><published>2007-09-18T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T10:15:04.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the Streets Have No Name...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Essa vida não é um ensaio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não haverá outra chance para acertar"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111592456520785106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zen9DOcOqJY/RvAGQb983NI/AAAAAAAAABk/xQjGGhbMFXc/s320/tedio.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;" - Bom dia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;- Bom dia, tudo bem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;- Tudo jóia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Té&lt;/span&gt; mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;- Até! Bom trabalho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;- Brigada, pra você também."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando procurando um amor imperfeito... Daqueles sabe...Que a gente implica com qualquer mania e pequeno defeito... Não daqueles que a gente sonha desde o jardim de infância... Mas daqueles que a gente ama e leva pra cama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Keep&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Walking&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/21221294-4678648261790460888?l=indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/feeds/4678648261790460888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21221294&amp;postID=4678648261790460888' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/4678648261790460888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/4678648261790460888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/2007/09/where-streets-have-no-name.html' title='Where the Streets Have No Name...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18109749877246572780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zen9DOcOqJY/RvAGQb983NI/AAAAAAAAABk/xQjGGhbMFXc/s72-c/tedio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21221294.post-6972284094849511711</id><published>2007-08-08T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T05:57:50.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that happen only in our hearts...</title><content type='html'>(Dê play em Leonard Cohen - Hallelujah para ler esse texto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" width="180" height="23" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_0" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Lt92YuU2YuFmcmlmL04WYsVXb/Leonard%2520Cohen%2520vs%2520John%2520Cale%2520-%2520Hallelujah%2520%2528Shrek%2529.mp3.rbs&amp;amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje depois de muito tempo me peguei ouvindo uma música e sentindo vontade de chorar.&lt;br /&gt;Um aperto no coração e uma vontade de vento no rosto, cigarro no meio e sorrisos pelo caminho.&lt;br /&gt;Hotel de beira de estrada, travesseiro amarrotado, cobertor no chão e suco de laranja.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho me sentido sobriamente bêbada e com a impressão que tudo que está bom vai indo embora junto com o ponteiro dos segundos.&lt;br /&gt;Então eu fecho meus olhos e me prendo em instantes.&lt;br /&gt;Me entrego cada dia mais aos acordes suaves de meu violão. Ao edredon e ao café.&lt;br /&gt;Ao trabalho e aos detalhes no caminho de volta pra casa. Meu mundo com earphones.&lt;br /&gt;Sinais vermelhos, pessoas sorrindo ao telefone e olhares vazios nas paradas de ônibus.&lt;br /&gt;O movimento incessante dos lábios alheios, cansados, saindo do trabalho de volta pra casa ao contar as desventuras do dia-a-dia.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho vontade de me sentar ao sofá e por ali ficar. Sem dizer uma palavra, sem ao menos mudar a feição do meu rosto.Enxergar na luz o escurecer e nada conseguir destinguir. Nem mesmo o espelho, ao ver somente algo como um borrão de um louco.Procrastinando sonhos e desejos...&lt;br /&gt;Aí eu penso... As vezes, a inspiração simplesmente não vem.&lt;br /&gt;E mais uma vez, o quarto de hotél é bastante convidativo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21221294-6972284094849511711?l=indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/feeds/6972284094849511711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21221294&amp;postID=6972284094849511711' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/6972284094849511711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/6972284094849511711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/2007/08/things-that-happen-only-in-our-hearts.html' title='Things that happen only in our hearts...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18109749877246572780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21221294.post-3740138709607858851</id><published>2007-07-25T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T20:41:48.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Onde Deus possa me ouvir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Não que seja uma pessoa que crê...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas acho que essa frase me traduz muito bem no momento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nunca fui de ter grandes aspirações, porém acho que meu senso de realidade aumentou incomensuravelmente esses dias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ando cansada por trabalhar dedemais, receber pouco... E me divertir de vez em quando!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas isso está me fazendo outra pessoa, e, definitivamente, melhor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Troquei grandes farras, grandes porres, por uma cerveja e uma companhia boa. (Não que isso me impeça de esquecer meu nome em algumas noites. hahahahaha!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que quero dizer é que não tenho mais paciência praquela euforia de sexta a noite, frenesi incontrolável!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me convide para um fim de semana em São Tomé das Letras, com 1 real no bolso, um vinho barato, e um maço de Malboro que eu definitivamente me sentirei muito mais feliz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Onde estava tanta estrela que eu não via &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde estavam os meus olhos que não te encontrava &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde foi que pisei e não senti &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;O ruído de teus passos em meu caminho &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde foi que vivi &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se nem me lembro se existi antes de você &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah, foi você quem trouxe essa tarde fria &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;E essa estrela pousada em meu peito &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah, foi você quem trouxe todo esse vazio &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;E toda essa saudade &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toda essa vontade de morrer de amor"&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;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091345661187389250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zen9DOcOqJY/RqgX51vM90I/AAAAAAAAAAk/eIXTTHDyEEY/s200/girassois.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E é claro que tudo isso se torna ainda melhor quando ela está por perto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21221294-3740138709607858851?l=indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/feeds/3740138709607858851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21221294&amp;postID=3740138709607858851' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/3740138709607858851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/3740138709607858851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/2007/07/onde-deus-possa-me-ouvir.html' title='Onde Deus possa me ouvir...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18109749877246572780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zen9DOcOqJY/RqgX51vM90I/AAAAAAAAAAk/eIXTTHDyEEY/s72-c/girassois.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21221294.post-1403081998544780886</id><published>2007-06-12T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T22:03:44.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Dia dos Namorados!</title><content type='html'>Ô data estranha!&lt;br /&gt;Na volta pra casa,= pensei em mil coisas para escrever!&lt;br /&gt;E não é que eu esqueci todas!?&lt;br /&gt;A unica coisa que me lembro é de um anuncio... programa escola nao-sei-o-que-lá 2008.&lt;br /&gt;que meda!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim...&lt;br /&gt;Acho que estou tentando não me apaixonar, mas a cada dia isso fica mais dificil.&lt;br /&gt;Será possível lutar realmente contra?!&lt;br /&gt;Ou nosso ego nos deixa flexível demais, por querer ter aquela pessoa que você admira ao seu lado?!&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, nada como boas &lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/laranjudo"&gt;companhia&lt;/a&gt;s para nos desviarem dessas reflexões que pra mim são infudadas, porque quer incerteza melhor do que a de uma paixão?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsc...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem é que não se apaixona em vão!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21221294-1403081998544780886?l=indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/feeds/1403081998544780886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21221294&amp;postID=1403081998544780886' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/1403081998544780886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/1403081998544780886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/2007/06/felis-dia-dos-namorados.html' title='Feliz Dia dos Namorados!'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18109749877246572780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21221294.post-5119809548662210285</id><published>2007-05-23T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T08:14:31.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talvez eu não esteja mais aqui pra você...!</title><content type='html'>Costumo tentar guardar a saudade em gavetas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas na maioria das vezes, minhas tentativas são em vão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;já tentei me desfazer de velhos hábitos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me desvencilhar de antigos vicios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas sou escrava da imperfeição!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentei escrever uma cançao sobre ela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas tantos versos... tanta poesia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pra embalar um só coração...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067773910589071090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zen9DOcOqJY/RlRZhX6nXvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lSHJ8yQqN7A/s400/1155735439whisky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tire o seu sorriso do caminho que eu quero passar com a minha dor"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21221294-5119809548662210285?l=indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/feeds/5119809548662210285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21221294&amp;postID=5119809548662210285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/5119809548662210285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/5119809548662210285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/2007/05/talvez-eu-no-esteja-mais-aqui-pra-voc.html' title='Talvez eu não esteja mais aqui pra você...!'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18109749877246572780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zen9DOcOqJY/RlRZhX6nXvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lSHJ8yQqN7A/s72-c/1155735439whisky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21221294.post-1111648371763402423</id><published>2007-05-06T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T08:22:00.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A arte de evitar pessoas!</title><content type='html'>Ontem voltando pra casa, 1 e pouco da manhã, paro no sinal e reparo em um cara com uma latinha na mão, moleton surrado, totalmente descabelo, falando com um careca, de oculos escuros que fingia ouvir atentamente tudo o que aquele bebado falava. e o pior é que ele falava crendo que realmente tinha toda a atenção desejada. Ri por dentro, confesso. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;Desde muito tempo venho pensando em como eu ando ignorando as pessoas ao meu redor!&lt;br /&gt;A arte de evitar pessoas é uma coisa que me apetece a cada dia mais.&lt;br /&gt;E que me especializo cada vez mais tambem.&lt;br /&gt;(Inclua conhecidos nessa lista também)&lt;br /&gt;Ando mau humorada.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhahahahahahaaha&lt;br /&gt;Tá né.&lt;br /&gt;Fritei de escrever.&lt;br /&gt;Tá vendo? É assim que acontece comigo. Tsc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[no pics today]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21221294-1111648371763402423?l=indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/feeds/1111648371763402423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21221294&amp;postID=1111648371763402423' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/1111648371763402423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/1111648371763402423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/2007/05/arte-de-evitar-pessoas.html' title='A arte de evitar pessoas!'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18109749877246572780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21221294.post-4509635061261533721</id><published>2007-03-05T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T21:43:13.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E nada além de você me bastaria.</title><content type='html'>E nos bastou o olhar para saber que era ali.&lt;br /&gt;E não haveria de ter outro lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Muito menos outra oportunidade.&lt;br /&gt;Acabara ali e não tínhamos como voltar atrás.&lt;br /&gt;Embora desejassemos que fosse diferente.&lt;br /&gt;E então sorri. E você se virou e com um beijo de longe, foi embora.&lt;br /&gt;Como passara tudo tão rápido, não tivemos como assimilar os fatos.&lt;br /&gt;As decisões importantes? É melhor as deixar para depois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There´s more to life than this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não que eu não faça questão de outras coisas, que as ache meras amenidades.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o problema é que minha prioridade é &lt;strong&gt;você&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;E por mais que tentemos, isso não vai mudar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;[ no pics today ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E hoje a noite eu me inspiro em meu chá, meu cigarro, e torradas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pensando em sentir saudade de você, já que não dá pra te ter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21221294-4509635061261533721?l=indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/feeds/4509635061261533721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21221294&amp;postID=4509635061261533721' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/4509635061261533721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/4509635061261533721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/2007/03/e-nada-alm-de-voc-me-bastaria.html' title='E nada além de você me bastaria.'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18109749877246572780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21221294.post-4613327559103146896</id><published>2007-02-11T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T09:34:17.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So lovely!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Então, ela é tão amavel!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Totalmente inefável!&lt;br /&gt;E as vezes parece tão intocável... Tsc!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É amor demais que rola!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hahahahaa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bão também!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030330491455931106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zen9DOcOqJY/Rc9S7h4MAuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zQ143LfHZWI/s320/photo_patty3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só espero que voce, sim VOCE que ainda teve a coragem de mandar uma mensagem, esqueça que eu existo!&lt;br /&gt;Pq eu já esqueci de voce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade eu quero mais é que vá para o inferno com todo seu drama e burrice!&lt;br /&gt;Ignorancia é dificil de aturar. A burrice a gente acostuma. Mas se cansa fácil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Igual eu cansei. E taaaanta mentirinha boba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, ai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu cú. Hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that´s all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post inutil né?&lt;br /&gt;Mas não tinha como ter algo produtivo se tratando a quem eu me refiro acima.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21221294-4613327559103146896?l=indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/feeds/4613327559103146896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21221294&amp;postID=4613327559103146896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/4613327559103146896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/4613327559103146896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-lovely.html' title='So lovely!'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18109749877246572780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zen9DOcOqJY/Rc9S7h4MAuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zQ143LfHZWI/s72-c/photo_patty3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21221294.post-116909188443343811</id><published>2007-01-17T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T19:44:44.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 - Adorava o Shyriu (na verdade era apaixonada com ele) e chorei quando ele se cegou.2 -Eu queria ser o ike, mas não gostava da voz dele. o andromeda era o meu bonequinho preferido e eu nunca consegui montar o de libra todo.3 - E eu odeio circo4 - Nao acredito em horoscopo...5 - Queria saber qual das pernas que o roberto carlos nao tem mas ele não se mexe no palco e eu nao consigo reparar6 - Não consigo dormir com a porta aberta7 - Eu tinha 3 peixes quando eu tinha uns 8 anos. cheguei da escola eles estavam secos no chão e um deles debaixo da cama. Eu os joguei no vaso e dei descarga. Não tinham nome pois não dava pra saber qual era qual. Eram todos iguais pra mim. Na verdade não ligava muito pra eles.8 - Chorei quando a Niv sumiu.Eu adorava a minha hamster - apesar dela ter me mordido uma vez.9 - Eu adorava o pirulito das spice girls  que vinha com uma foto delas dentro.. um do Zorro. Chupa Chups! E o dos Powers Rangers!10 - Quero andar de balao e pular de um lugar alto.11 - Não durmo com porta de guarda roupa aberta.12 - Quando eu assisti Panico pela primeira vez fiquei com medo de ir na cozinha sozinha durante uns dias se estivesse apagada.13 - A banda que mais odiei foi o surto.Depois tihuana  (apesar de ter o cd que ganhei de aniversario)14 - Guardava os sabonetes que ganhava de presente na gaveta de calcinha15 -  Adorava cheiro de naftalina.16 - Adoro jogar pipoca em desconhecidos no cinema e realmente acho que ninguém percebe que sou eu.17 - Odeiio andar de mão dada e grudação demais.18 - E odeio conhecer a pessoa hoje e ela me ligar no dia seguinte.19 - Adoro ficar olhando o celular tocar ateh a pessoa desistir ou cair na caixa postal. 20 - Nunca ouço recados de voz.. Seja em casa, ou do celular.21 - Adorava botar medo nas menininhas no colegio falando da maria do algodão22 - Já comi um guardanapo junto com o salgado23 - Arrombei as portas da igreja com um grampo quanndo fazia catecismo para ver o que tinha naquelas salas que os padres entram.24 - No 3º periodo minha redaçao foi a melhor das turmas e eu tive que ler no auditorio quando a gente tava formando.era sobre o palhaço...hoje em dia eu tenho pavor de palhaços.25 - odeio circo. mas o cirque du soleil eh fascinante.26 - Eu acho a Alessandra Negrini escandalosamente bonita desde quando a vi em alguma novela e até hoje são raras as pessoas que acho mais bonita que ela. 27 - Adorava frango e coraçãozinho28 - Aos 14 anos resolvi parar de comer carne.29 - Aos 16 deixei de tomar leite.30 - Meu estomago embrulha com cheiro de picanha.31 - Não gosto de arvores de natal.32 - Já ri durante a oração antes da ceia da minha vó espantando a cachorra33 - Não gosto que me acordem. Tenho muita insonia então quando consigo dormir, eu apago.34 - Já amei uma pessoa no primeiro olhar. E no segundo sorriso. 35 - Já dormi abraçada e não queria sair dali nunca mais.36 - Já tomei tanta cerveja que não saberia dizer meu telefone de casa.37 - Já fumei 2 maços de cigarro durante uma noite. 38 - Já fiz um show bebeda. 39 - Já chorei em cima do palco e já não preciso mais pisar em um para me sentir feliz desde o ultimo show do Lady Killer, de abertura para o Sundae.40 - Tenho 1 tatuagem, pretendo fazer várias outras e aos 15 anos tinha um piercing na lingua. Hoje em dia não tenho nenhum, nem pretendo ter. Morro de medo de alargar a orelha porque imagino o quanto deva doer... mas quando derem um jeito de anestesiar e eu não sentir nada colocarei um alargador de 8 mm.41 - Já fui ao show do Placebo e chorei a metade dele por sentir falta de um amigo lá.42 - Já tomei banho de chuva na praça do papa ouvindo Vanessa da Mata "tomar um banho de chuva..." e  a noite pra variar acabou no Tudão.43 - Já toquei guitarra tão alto que nem eu mesma estava aguentando. Depois fiquei ouvindo piiiiiii até conseguir dormir.44 - Tentei andar de skate, mas todas as vezes foram um fracasso. Mas eu adorava meus patins!45 - Já fui pra praia e não entrei no mar. Mesmo depois de horas de viagem.46 - Em Porto Seguro, devia ser 96,97... andei de caiaque, aqueles para duas pessoas e ele virou por que a gente foi pro meio das ondar num monte de predras. Entrei em desespero.47 - Já quase me afoguei numa cachoeira e tenho pavor de pensar nisso. Fico sem ar sempre que me imagino sem ar.48 - Tenho um cachorro desde os meus 3 anos e acho que meu mundo desaba o dia que ele morrer. 7 meses atrás fiz uma bagunça e ganhei outra. Filha do cachorro do meu pai; que queria manda-la pro xingu. Enrolei tanto que não teve como ela ir e teve que ficar. É a coisa mais fofa do mundo!49 - Já viajei com amigos e já fui pra Caldas Novas com turma de colégio. Caldas Novas é um lugar que eu não pretendo voltar jamais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;continua....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21221294-116909188443343811?l=indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/feeds/116909188443343811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21221294&amp;postID=116909188443343811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/116909188443343811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/116909188443343811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/2007/01/1-adorava-o-shyriu-na-verdade-era.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18109749877246572780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21221294.post-116699648374284340</id><published>2006-12-24T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T13:44:35.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blergh!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish you a merry xmas...! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;FUCK OFF!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4818/957/320/237108/CS151558-01A-BIG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;entao&lt;br /&gt;vou dar continuidade ao meu monologo&lt;br /&gt;o china in box nao atende&lt;br /&gt;e ngm tah animado a tomar baho aqui&lt;br /&gt;almocei um eddie&lt;br /&gt;e ainda to com fome&lt;br /&gt;preciso urgentemente de cerveja gelada&lt;br /&gt;e de um cigarro forte&lt;br /&gt;sinto saudades da bella e do ju&lt;br /&gt;eles estao voltando&lt;br /&gt;e só deus sabe se vão dizer pelo menos oi&lt;br /&gt;o rod some e parece que a gente vai o perdendo&lt;br /&gt;agora eu vou copiar e colar esse monologo de google talk no meu blog&lt;br /&gt;pq o natal eh uma data que me desanima&lt;br /&gt;e eu nao to nem um pouco afim de escrever algo decente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;tudo assim mesmo. errado, sem acentos e pontuação bizarra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Enfim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Meu cu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;(foto otema neah? dirty princess..! WoW! sucesso.)&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/21221294-116699648374284340?l=indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/feeds/116699648374284340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21221294&amp;postID=116699648374284340' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/116699648374284340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/116699648374284340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/2006/12/blergh.html' title='Blergh!!!'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18109749877246572780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21221294.post-116578970952126486</id><published>2006-12-10T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T14:28:29.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhh...!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou desesperada.&lt;br /&gt;Confesso.&lt;br /&gt;E frustrada também.&lt;br /&gt;Confesso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh....!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu consigo acertar as coisas, complicam tudo de novo!&lt;br /&gt;Ou serei eu o ser a complicar tudo?&lt;br /&gt;Socorro.&lt;br /&gt;É.&lt;br /&gt;Esse fim de ano é errado.&lt;br /&gt;E eu juro que passo a virada do ano internada.&lt;br /&gt;Estou ficando louca. De verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Ando falando sozinha mais que o de costume, comendo demais, fumando de menos e tomando porres constantes de vodca com cotê. Aiminhanossasenhoradoperpétuosocorroamémnóistudo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4818/957/320/951161/for-962-Serafina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aposto que isso é coisa dessa gata aí... Tsc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; Meu amor, preciso te escrever uma carta de amor, e te fazer entender a amplitude do meu coração. Preciso que você entenda meu sorriso sincero quando ouço sua voz, ou que apenas ouça meu coração batendo devagar quando a saudade aperta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me ame. Sim,me ame,e por que não? Ame o que tenho de bom, e o  que tenho de ruim deixa para amanhã ou a gente joga debaixo da cama e procura depois. Me deseje no volume máximo. Não preciso, e nem quero, todo seu pensamento... Use sempre para o que for necessário.  Divida-o com o seu coração, porque todo seu desejo já me basta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não me importo quem você seja, o que você veste, aonde você vai, quais sâo seus sonhos, mas me leve aonde você for. Depois a gente volta para casa. Não case comigo, não me dê filhos. Deixa eu ser eu-sem-você,e te amar de todas as formas.As sinceras e incorretas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu mundo é pequeno e simples. Sejamos fáceis. Sejamos livres, porque é isso que nos traz de volta para nós. Quero suas mãos dentro do meu vestido, a voz no ouvido, coração vivo, beijo no pescoço, e aquela mentirinha que não faz mal a ninguém.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nos prometemos que tudo seria sempre fácil, mas somos reféns de nossas próprias palavras e desejos secretos. Não sei onde meu amor começa, mas termina no dia que você quiser que ele não exista.Não é um amor injusto. É um amor sem promessas de novela. Talvez tudo isso acabe, e talvez eu chore um pouco sozinha,mas amanhã será sempre um novo dia, e a gente sempre dá um jeito de se querer de novo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje nos basta. somos como bêbados que juram saber a hora de parar. Será que sabemos?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A única certeza que temos é que somos incertos. Hoje seremos felizes para sempre. Mas só hoje.  Amanhã? Será que a previsão do tempo nos dá alguma resposta?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21221294-116578970952126486?l=indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/feeds/116578970952126486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21221294&amp;postID=116578970952126486' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/116578970952126486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/116578970952126486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/2006/12/ahhhh.html' title='Ahhhh...!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18109749877246572780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21221294.post-116408773426933878</id><published>2006-11-20T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T21:42:14.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask for Answers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eu sei é um doce te amar... o amargo é querer-te pra mim..."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4818/957/320/952286/trust-walk-2_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;É...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eis que não tem nem o que dizer...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Só muito a se pensar...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Muito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21221294-116408773426933878?l=indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/feeds/116408773426933878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21221294&amp;postID=116408773426933878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/116408773426933878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/116408773426933878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/2006/11/ask-for-answers.html' title='Ask for Answers...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18109749877246572780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21221294.post-115742870782555357</id><published>2006-09-04T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T21:22:57.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Gone...She´s gone..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Entao, eu continuarei caminhando e esperando pelo melhor..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4818/957/320/funnypic5.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho estranho quando alguém que de certa forma ou de outra é próxima à você se vai...&lt;br /&gt;Passei o dia pensando naquela moça do sorriso bonito... vai deixar saudade em um monte de gente...&lt;br /&gt;E é estranho pensar que ela não volta mais na mesa da Baiana, nem no futebol de domingo...&lt;br /&gt;Se foi de um jeito tão bobo... Tão inesperado...&lt;br /&gt;Aí eu vejo o tanto que  a vida é besta...&lt;br /&gt;Esteja em tranquilidade então...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It´s oh so quiet...Shh...."&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/21221294-115742870782555357?l=indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/feeds/115742870782555357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21221294&amp;postID=115742870782555357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/115742870782555357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/115742870782555357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/2006/09/goneshes-gone.html' title='&quot;Gone...She´s gone...&quot;'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18109749877246572780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21221294.post-115576483804105547</id><published>2006-08-16T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T14:47:18.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ei, como vai você?</title><content type='html'>Somente algumas horas...&lt;br /&gt;Algum dinheiro gasto.&lt;br /&gt;E você na rua em um lugar estranho.&lt;br /&gt;Agora é a contagem regressiva dos meses o que importa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4818/957/320/04%20portland%2032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I see you again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21221294-115576483804105547?l=indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/feeds/115576483804105547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21221294&amp;postID=115576483804105547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/115576483804105547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/115576483804105547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/2006/08/ei-como-vai-voc.html' title='Ei, como vai você?'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18109749877246572780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21221294.post-115384841499375924</id><published>2006-07-25T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T10:26:55.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"E agora que a banda passou nada vai ficar"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o tempo que não para de correr?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4818/957/320/1870%27s%20street%20scene.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hoje é terça-feira&lt;br /&gt;e o céu se põe&lt;br /&gt;debaixo do tapete&lt;br /&gt;um tesouro&lt;br /&gt;eu não acredito, não&lt;br /&gt;Só acredito no semáforo&lt;br /&gt;só acredito no avião&lt;br /&gt;eu acredito no relógio&lt;br /&gt;acredito no coração&lt;br /&gt;não, não, não&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é terça-feira&lt;br /&gt;e todos meus amigos voam&lt;br /&gt;com olhos de anis&lt;br /&gt;com asas de fogo&lt;br /&gt;e meus olhos cheios&lt;br /&gt;de mágoa então."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só porque você está certa não significa que eu esteja errada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Deixa o fim perder a hora..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Afasta esse corpo incapaz de se manter de pé e vira teu rosto em outra direção porque o que o tempo apaga o relógio nao consegue fazer voltar atrás.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21221294-115384841499375924?l=indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/feeds/115384841499375924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21221294&amp;postID=115384841499375924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/115384841499375924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/115384841499375924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/2006/07/e-agora-que-banda-passou-nada-vai.html' title='&quot;E agora que a banda passou nada vai ficar&quot;'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18109749877246572780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21221294.post-113984023562063382</id><published>2006-02-13T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T06:17:16.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"E se você me deixar&lt;br /&gt;Por mais lindos que sejam os amores&lt;br /&gt;O mundo volta a ser mentira"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4818/957/320/1133524001_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desenhos que a vida vai fazendo...&lt;br /&gt;uns desbotam...&lt;br /&gt;outro ficam iguais...&lt;br /&gt;qual vai ser o primeiro a desaparecer de mim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Talvez por não saber falar de cor, imaginei..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me apeguei a um sonho antigo... me peguei sem medo de abrir os olhos... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isso é tão novo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21221294-113984023562063382?l=indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/feeds/113984023562063382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21221294&amp;postID=113984023562063382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/113984023562063382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/113984023562063382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/2006/02/e-se-voc-me-deixar-por-mais-lindos-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18109749877246572780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21221294.post-113942226330951944</id><published>2006-02-08T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T10:12:53.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Não solta da minha mão...</title><content type='html'>Não me olhes assim...&lt;br /&gt;Fica tão dificil te deixar embora...&lt;br /&gt;E te ver tão longe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4818/957/320/distancia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"E no final assim calado eu sei que vou ser coroado rei de mim."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nem sempre é fácil aceitar que os dias são sempre iguais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21221294-113942226330951944?l=indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/feeds/113942226330951944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21221294&amp;postID=113942226330951944' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/113942226330951944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/113942226330951944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-solta-da-minha-mo.html' title='Não solta da minha mão...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18109749877246572780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21221294.post-113924665882045588</id><published>2006-02-06T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T09:24:19.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esmorecendo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4818/957/320/50264581_01f39a995b_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mais que uma criança indefesa, perdida e desesperançada.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As vezes sem crença, sem força, sem voz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Muralha rachada, correnteza parada. Cactus sem espinho!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tenho vontade de me sentar ao sofá e por ali ficar. Sem dizer uma palavra, sem ao menos mudar a feição do meu rosto.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enxergar na luz o escurecer e nada conseguir destinguir. Nem mesmo o espelho, ao ver somente algo como um borrão de um louco.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Procrastinando sonhos e desejos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"E até ficar sem comer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem te ver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A gente custa mas se habitua &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem giz, sem água &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem paz, sem nada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não vai ser diferente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se eu me for de repente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se o céu cai sobre o mundo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o mar se abrir &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em um inferno profundo"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/21221294-113924665882045588?l=indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/feeds/113924665882045588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21221294&amp;postID=113924665882045588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/113924665882045588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/113924665882045588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/2006/02/esmorecendo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18109749877246572780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21221294.post-113881175537208676</id><published>2006-02-01T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T08:35:55.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E ao coração que teima em bater...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"E se já não sinto teus sinais&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser da vida acostumar"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4818/957/1600/abismo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4818/957/320/abismo.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já se sentiu um peixe fora d´agua?&lt;br /&gt;É como se sua vida estivesse continuando sem você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aflição: atribulação; tormento; ansiedade; angústia; mágoa; dor; martírio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes tudo isso em questão de segundos, um toque, um olhar.&lt;br /&gt;E quem é que sabe até quando dura?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Bem, como vai você?&lt;br /&gt;Levo assim calado de lá&lt;br /&gt;tudo que sonhei um dia&lt;br /&gt;como se a alegria&lt;br /&gt;recolhesse a mão&lt;br /&gt;pra não me alcançar&lt;br /&gt;Poderia até pensar&lt;br /&gt;que foi tudo sonho&lt;br /&gt;ponho meu sapato novo&lt;br /&gt;e vou passear&lt;br /&gt;sozinho como der&lt;br /&gt;eu vou até a beira&lt;br /&gt;besteira qualquer&lt;br /&gt;nem choro mais&lt;br /&gt;só levo a saudade morena&lt;br /&gt;é tudo que vale a pena"&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/21221294-113881175537208676?l=indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/feeds/113881175537208676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21221294&amp;postID=113881175537208676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/113881175537208676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/113881175537208676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/2006/02/e-ao-corao-que-teima-em-bater.html' title='E ao coração que teima em bater...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18109749877246572780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21221294.post-113798504368928420</id><published>2006-01-22T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T19:05:12.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lift Up Your Hands...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"You gotta hold on tonight&lt;br /&gt;And you're shining&lt;br /&gt;Like the brightest star&lt;br /&gt;A transmission&lt;br /&gt;On the midnight radio"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4818/957/1600/hedwig_still03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4818/957/320/hedwig_still03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Foi só o amor ou medo de ficar sozinho outra vez?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Será que um dia vamos nos deixar descobrir isso? - Vício!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Pra que descobrir, e nos aventuramos perante a desilusão? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ontem eu pedi para que me deixassem em satnd by quanto a isso.&lt;br /&gt;Um tempo curto e já seria o suficiente.&lt;br /&gt;Acendi vários cigarros, tentei prestar atenção na música, fingir (como sempre) um momento de descontração.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não me deram a resposta.&lt;br /&gt;Ao contrário, ofereceram mais cigarros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-As vezes é bom tentar enxergar por detras da fumaça, mesmo que somente por distração.&lt;br /&gt;As vezes nossos pensamentos se vão a cada trago, o fogo do próximo cigarro faz sentirmo-nos vivos&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Queria que houvesse força de vontade para deixar de aceitar.&lt;br /&gt;Queria acabar com os cigarros em uma noite.&lt;br /&gt;Ou acabar uma noite dessas, como a de ontem, com os cigarros apagados e livre do vício da espera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-E tratar a espera como um vício?&lt;br /&gt;Porque não como uma luta?&lt;br /&gt;Contra quem nunca vamos vencer...&lt;br /&gt;Algo não tangivel... Inacessivel.&lt;br /&gt;E é aqui que encontramos todo o [des]encanto. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Medo de esperar até não valer a pena! Você vem comigo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Tens duvida? O caminhar é menos longo quando temos alguém com quem conversar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Para terminar a noite, vamos acender um cigarro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-E como haveria de terminar se não assim!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Amou daquela vez como se fosse a última..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Rapaz! Ei, rapaz! Você nos traz a saideira?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E caminhando de volta pra casa, o sol já estava clareando...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...descompasso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21221294-113798504368928420?l=indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/feeds/113798504368928420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21221294&amp;postID=113798504368928420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/113798504368928420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/113798504368928420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/2006/01/lift-up-your-hands.html' title='Lift Up Your Hands...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18109749877246572780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21221294.post-113770680124344541</id><published>2006-01-19T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T14:04:28.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>________________Insucesso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4818/957/1600/raindrop.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4818/957/320/raindrop.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho mudado de interesses sob a incessante busca pelo "eu" que me falta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do verso de ontem&lt;br /&gt;guardo a página cansada.&lt;br /&gt;Perdi as rimas&lt;br /&gt;que escorregaram ébrias e perplexas,&lt;br /&gt;rachei o verbo,&lt;br /&gt;quebrei a estima.&lt;br /&gt;Procuro conforto nas páginas anexas."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Flora Figueiredo)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21221294-113770680124344541?l=indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/feeds/113770680124344541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21221294&amp;postID=113770680124344541' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/113770680124344541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21221294/posts/default/113770680124344541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indeclinavelnegligencia.blogspot.com/2006/01/insucesso.html' title='________________Insucesso'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18109749877246572780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
